With a RAZOR held between my teeth and my tongue
I tell you I don't need YOUR love today
My handicap is fine, my limp is okay
Maybe you'd love to drink my pain I call WINE.
Not all torn hearts need GLUE to heal wounds
You're surprised how I carried so well for so long
Is patience a VIRTUE, or a mask that I wear?
Try being me once, the answer is clear.
A prayer is whispered, a comedy ends
The road's not that crooked, it merely bends.
You DIDN'T like the plot twist, said its TOO pretense.
But the story is written and CANNOT be changed.
I once was your balloon, held by a thin string
But then I learned, unlike you, I fly without WING
Nothing but AIR, you said I was to say all these things
Lets see who's now LONELY when I cut the string.