i bring the joy of bringing joy
but not so much as
the watch on your wrist ( it tells time )
please tell me i'm afraid
please tell me i'll be remembered
you shine like the gold ( i do not want )
making me forget where my arrow is going
if only i can see the string you're holding
i'll know how long i can stay
is it that you are wearing a blindfold
and cannot see through my glass mask
or is it that you think i have affection for your back
nonetheless
it's less of what i think ugly
more of what you think beautiful
i can fly if i have no wings
( teach me, teach me, oh please teach me )
for i am less of what i seem
and more of what you think
untie this braid of the bastard
leave me here to rot