Roses

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 this funny mask
There's 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 poet dies
Hear his cries

I`m sitting here in an empty room,
I`m writing a poem now to you,
It`s time to think about what we had.
And when the sun is going down,
All my feelings come around,

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