No one can see it
Please don?t believe is
All inside you, all inside your head
You will greet me just before you?ve gone
It will make more sense if I?ve been done
The poet has spoken
His pen is broken
That is not so, that is not so fare
Sounds like if you cry
I will be just fine
Me and no one, me and no one cares
You will greet me just before you?ve gone
It will make more sense if I?ve been done