Now how stupid do you feel, 
That you've doubted what is real,
The lonliness that consumes you from inside,
Self detruction from another you,
Who you dared to hide.
Screaming at grey bled skies,
Cold tears drenching you now,
Who can hold a smile in thier hand,
And can they tell you how?
A waltz of nine begins, 
The dancers oh so pale,
The rivers have reversed thier course,
Thier banks began to swell.
The teardrops rain, the raindrops bleed,
With thier own life, it seems.
And on his knees, waist deep in mud,
Stays the fool who screams.