Never knowing what was fake or real
Never knowing how to win
Keep going over it back again
I asked myself the question why
But all I could do was sigh
As the games kept playing . . .
If I’m not sane, then I’m lying
If a poet needs the pain, then I’m dying
All I know is that I’m trying
To say I love you.
All I want to do is be true
But I keep feeling the fool
I want to tell you so bad
Every time I think, I feel sad
I pick up the phone to talk
All I feel is the knock that is never answered.
If a poet needs the pain, then I’m dying
All I know is that I’m trying
To say I love you.
They all speak in such rhymes
I want to let my true self shine
See, that’s the biggest irony
I care not for this poetry
Send me symbols all you choose
But don’t ever risk to lose
The real game of life.
If I’m not sane, then I’m lying
If a poet needs the pain, then I’m dying
All I know is that I’m trying
To say I love you.
But the song is too short to tell you
How much I really love you.
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