ΕΞΟΜΟΛΟΓΗΣΕΙΣ

I don't want to be a rusty suit of armorOr a tumbled out forgotten castle in your mindI just want to be a twisted willowSo I can leave you shallow thinking far behindI can feel the darkness in your shadowAnd the melting of the ice behind your troubled eyesAnd the discoloration of all the words you're sayingAs you're hunted without mercy by your liesI've flown so high I'll never returnAnd I've been to the bottom of the drags of your troubled soulAnd I've basked in the sun of your revelationsBut I guessYou and I have different goalsSo go and slay your dragons in blind amusmentAnd topple imagination with a songAnd the moon it plays little mind gamesSo you'll wonder where all the stars have goneListen to meYou have spoken to be about nothingAnd you've shown me fantasies in a crystal ballAnd you've promised me the world for my askingDon't you knowThat to meIt means nothing at allBecause I know you'd leave me a burnt out matchbox of forgotten rosesInside a get well card I had to address to myselfBut that's not what I need from another strangerSo I guess I better do things without your helpSo I guess I better do things without your helpSo I guess I better do things without your help