I'd appreciate not being lied to

Or made a fool of.

I'd have sch joy,

I'd pick all theflowers

and plant them where rivers

had fell down my cheeks.

I'd share a dance with the rain

as thesea payeste ballad of silence.

But sadly,

I have been lied to

and I apear to be your fool,

so the flowers must wilt,

and th rain must cry.