Simplicity has yet to look my way
But tragedy never bruises me
Though this dramatic breeze in the day
Takes me and abuses me
I’m tempted to run away from life
But I don’t plan on being a quitter
Sometimes it’s like I don’t fit in right
Like a kitten in the wrong litter
The mirror doesn’t show me
My reflection is full of lies
My friends don’t even know me
Apart from the hello, good byes
Can I keep on walking down a pale road
That’s painted black and white
Seems like my soul is already sold
And the end is all that’s in sight
It seems smiles were designed for movies
In reality they’re too far-fetched
But the blue notes for my life are blooming
All I need is a rough draft sketch
Then maybe I can make it
See my dreams fulfill themselves
Let it flow and then just take it
From that dusty artist’s shelf
But I can’t and all people see
Are those sad, betrayed eyes
Supposedly living to all I can be
The unmistaken yawns and sighs
I wish this dark corner that I sit in
Would let light caress my seat
Yet I am like the man made of tin
With no heart to hear the beat
So please, I beg of you to remain
The same way as you all view me
Because I don’t mind if you look at me like I’m insane
As long as you don’t see right through me
I can’t keep a straight face when
You can smile at my silly soul
Because you don’t know the sin
You make, slowly eating me whole
At last the harps of death play slowly
The trumpeter is approaching soon
The flutes of remorse are blowing
And I can hear poor Jacob’s tune
Clear my conscious with a knife
This black and white road is not my womb
I’ve long been absent from life
So let the rotting ground be my tomb
 
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