I sing the stories of my life, all my songs you hear
sometimes the chords or words may deceive your ear
you look upon my miseries with your blinded eyes
ere i explain the meanings of you laugh at my disguise
If i can clothe the demons in a riddle with a smile
it helps to mask the burdens of telling them a while
and as long as no one knows me or the troubles i have faced
then i dont have to worry bout my sanity encased
And you dont know i sing this to you when i'm writing it all down
i deceive my own deception and i giggle and i frown
fancy words are flowing and the meanings lost behind
looking for the answer that you know you'll never find
A second chance with another stance
a riddle to cloak my pains
another try to deceive your eye
a riddle in serenade
soon you'll see thru to me
no riddles in the way
