Tools are used and tools are broken.
Hearts are used and hearts are broken.
Laughs don't last but hurt the most,
when rain hits pavement we laugh with the host.
Bitter stings of agony while torment is just,
We impale our lives to others we trust.
Jokers circle the stage with calamity and fright,
I think that where we stand falls short of might.
I care not for the value but for worthless pride,
I've seen noone who cares beside me in stride.
And the hopeless jesters of the court are all out
But we overlook what is there and reply a shout.
If I hadn't seen blue all my life, what would i know?
If I hadn't felt blue all my life, what would i show?
