Mr. Lee
here I am talking 'bout discoveries
emptyness, how silly everything can be
my words are strong
my acts are weak
the truth is different
I wanted all
now I am standing here, don't give a damn
I am lost in my past, in reality
it drones in my head – a weird tone
it sounds like...
I didn't lose
I think there must be more
I think there must be more
but I don't wanna wait...
Ref:
THE FUCKING FORTUNE IS NOT SMILING UPON ME
NOT ONE CHANCE TO SHOW MY CAPABILITY
I'M MAD, I'M MAD, I'M MAD
II.<
MR. SOUL
Oh, hello Mr. Soul, I dropped by to pick up a reason
For the thought that I caught that my head is the event of the season
Why in crowds just a trace of my face could seem so pleasin'
I'll cop out to the change, but a stranger is putting the tease on.
I was down on a frown when the messenger brought me a letter
I was raised by the praise of a fan who said I upset her
Any girl in the world could have easily known me better
She said, You're strange, but don't change, and I let her.
In a while will the smile on my face turn to plaster?
Stick around while the clown who is sick does the trick of disaster
For the race of my head and my face is moving much faster
Is it strange I should change? I don't know, why don't you ask her?