The Fool's Fooling Himself - Scott Matthews

Oh, fair child,

Why the hell with the innocent smile?

In a dream state

Felt his breath blowin' right out the gate.

Looks in disbelief.

Seen his life from a-way down the street.

Finds it hard to breathe

When you’re in shock from the jealous thief, yey hey.

I only wince at your hell.

I was paid to except what was dead.

Like a fool I been foolin' myself.

Fool like no one else.

I’ll be there more as,

Losin' all control for sure,

I’m in debt with pain.

I can’t bleed no more.

If the morning sun

Fills your eyes and it’s sunnin' you, lord.

See the clown’s face

Raise a smile to the cries that he hates.

Only time will tell

If the rose isn’t red anymore,

And expressions are blank,

Then you’ll know who to thank,

Who to thank, who to thank.

I only wince at your hell.

I was paid to except what was dead.

Like a fool I been foolin' myself.

Fool like no one else.

I’ll be there more as,

Losin' all control for sure,

I’m in debt with pain.

I can’t bleed no more.