I am the speaker but
what is responsibility?
This is beg of you,
build me brick upon brick,
(high tided, waves of hypocrisy)
build me brick upon brick.

I didn't think,
the clock struck more
than twelve times.
I decided to name her insomnia.

Her teeth, like white seeds in a scarlet fruit.
This I must tell you, old friend.
(Her teeth, like white seeds in a scarlet fruit)
This I must tell you, old friend,
old friend.
This I must tell you, old friend,
old friend, old friend.

Fear beauty,
fear beauty, oh.
This is meagre, this
is feeble, yeah.

She was only-a
fiction and my creation,
my creation.