I'm a child of the moment.
I'm a memory in the night.
Always trying, always doing.
But I never get it right.
I walk on, I get on but the
results are still the same.
I'm a fool, I'm a child.
Just a dead end I remain.
I'm a dreamer not a doer who's
Always been this way too long.
Just a hoping, maybe praying
still I always end up wrong.
Silly fool with a broken hard
that I behind the pretty smile.
I laugh and I smartly joke
but I'm hurting all the while.
Can you see the truth of me?
Where I fool others with my lies?
Will you hear me late at night
and love me when I cry?
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