I can't force a smile
I can't fake a laugh
You can't start a heart that's been dead from the start
You can't keep an artist separate from his art
I'm getting tired of dancing
you won't even start
I hear you bowling in my heart
losing once again
I'm kneeling at the feet of passion
waiting on the moon
like a wounded wolf
I'm crawling down the same old road
dying everyday
dying much too soon