I'm feeling this time
As bad as never before
A bleeding wag is fading away
Once you needed me
For spending delight
But below the funny mask
There is a crying face
The way that I smile is the way that I cry
But you'll never realize
My reputation is the one of a fool
Now watch how a poet dies
Hear his cries
And I dedicate my roses to no one
Cause there is no mind to help me to see
The reason we need
A light for the lonesome
And no one to drink
the blood that I bleed
The poet inside - wasn't given a chance
So he had to live apart
And I realized - my best friend am I
And not those parasites
Who try to stare into my heart
The way that I feel is the way that I heal
My body and soul and my life
And I know you just think I'm a fool
Now watch how a poet flies, see me rise
And I dedicate my roses to no one
Cause there is no mind to help me to see
The reason we need
A light for the lonesome
And no one to drink
the blood that I bleed
- Tobias Sammet
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