A king once said,
only jesters rush head first,
well consider me the circus,
because that's all I do
love is the biggest blessing,
but he forgot about the heartache,
that can't be covered by a dressing.
And the fool was the wisest,
he kept his mouth shut,
didn't speak a single word,
just because he thought he knew the truth.
When games are played,
no one mentions that we both lose,
even if everyone is talking,
the alcohol keeps me deaf.
The baker once whispered,
you'll be damned if you do,
but he forgot to mention,
you'll regret it if you don't.
And the doctor once mumbled,
time heals all,
I guess it was a lame excuse,
for him not to do his job.
Or is everything they said true,
and I'm the one that has no clue,
am I lost and alone,
endlessly swimming in the blue.
Now the king, priest and fool,
the baker, doctor and town folk,
fall asleep early at night,
while I'm stuck to the bottle like glue.
