Words used to whisper me in the ears,
Nights where I lay with tears.
They were the pain, they were the grief
Where I did burry my belief.
I had neither the bee nor the butterfly.
Not even a mortal when I cry
Feel no fear my dear
Ride forever to the only road you know
Keep your head up, even on the iced show.
I've been rolling like a rolling stone
By myself, who could've known?
Never saw a rainbow
Summer, winter it doesn't matter.
You shall be clever to be a writer
But you see,
There's no such middle between being clever and mad as a hatter.
Can anyone see it?
All the best one's saw it
So they became one.
Called her lunatic until she is gone.
