A dead flower would describe me best
Ever since you left me I lost all my true colours
From yellow to brown
From smile to frown
From being the smartest man in the world
To becoming a clown
The way you left me.
Let cold tears run down my face without a sound
Man what makes a man
Man I'd kill to know, man
Damn is it loving?
Is it living?
Man what makes a man?
Man all I hope is that I am that man, man.
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