my life was blown to smithereens
along with my pathetic dreams
everybody tries to tell me
"it's not as bad as it seems"

everybody knows nothing
nobody knows anything
we're all just scarecrows waiting
for somebody to fill our heads with a brain

for whatever it's worth, I always loved you
but my words hold no value
because my forked tongue is a master of deceit
and the opinions I hold are ever-changing
with the sight of the stars
and each sunrise I see

never love a poet
'cause wouldn't you know it?
we're all a little crazy
some would say passionate
but really, we're just a bit mad