Poet's Pen

Yes I cry, yes I cry While I'm holding this poet's pen

Yes I see through his eyes My mind is like a poltergeist

I guess I write what the poets write I feel like I'm the lonely light

Also I'm the lonely night Also I'm the lonely night

I just did what I had to do All those lies but I can't concur

Fold me twice like I need some air Love me now even though it hurts

Love me now cause I go to church I just know that I'm known to hurt

Coldest part of my heart it rips And I had to know why you had to do this

I'm sick you flipped my soul for sale And I know that I parted ways

You are sick of us And you don't wanna deal with me