WOODEN CHAIR

Dear men, let me tell you a joke.
Dear men, let me share with you a mind...

let me telll you why this is in my mind,
let me telll you why i'm about to die,
let me telll you why i just wanna cry,
let me explain the tale that's written on my heart...

it's written jealousy...

let me telll you why my end is to start
a bleed onto my hands; solitude in dark.
i reached a glory night; a poem was my knife
but let me telll you why this has been carved on my arms...

and it's written jealousy...

there was in me a child.
a child who used to smile.
swear it's not my fault,
this game has closed a door.
I know here we have to wear an armour,
and wrap our heart to be a shadow
behind our face of angry warrior
I really tried myself to smash a liar.

it's written on my arms to cry
it's written on my arms to die
it's written on my arms to lie
it's written on my arms to cry

and I know... it's written jealousy!