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

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