Who will lose that pain and pull it all?
And who removed the blame and proved it all?

You play with my poems.
Play with my causes.
I know it.
.

Who's the one I meet and who is lost?
Who's the one I fear and who will rise?

You play with my poems.
Play with my causes.
I know it.
.
How can I be with you?
You're in love with me.
How could it be? (So unknown.)
That keeps pushing me up.
And now, here you try. (Why do I?) .
You're repeating your own mean thoughts.
Repeating your own mean thoughts and you are bringing them
here.

Who will lose that pain and pull it all?
And who will pull those strings and move us all?

I'm usually try this after midnight
When there's a smell in the air
Crawling and tossing my sense.
My hands are on your lips.
I want you to feel this
I want you to come back and see.
This whole blooded seas.
I want you to crawl back and see.
On Saturday night, at my home.
I want you to see all this until you sing: whoa. Moan!

You are keeping us poor.
I know it.
You're just keeping me down.