One more they cried
One more of what?
You only know the ones that I forgot
The ones that lost their meaning
Kindness can be cruel
An empty glass
That gave me claws
Reluctant smiles
And no applause
A girl I know is present
I can see her feathers
She used to sing my praises
One of the many faces
She thought she knew
Now she tells me that
She loves me still
Against all odds
And against my will
Somewhere to go
Nowhere to be
You couldn't make it up
The kind of vacant luck
That we needed
Because it isn't you
I'm just not myself
You can save your praise
For somebody else