Once upon a time there was a guy, Who thought life is a joyride of ladies and red wine. He was so sure he'd get the prices and the glory with his rhymes, He'd never need no one to be there beside him. Now they're all surrounding me and I feel lonely... So lonely...
This is not really me. You're an angel — not asking, who I am. You understand, That is not really you. You look at me as if I'm something more. Well, dream on!
