Fade

Why then do I cry when it pains? Where then do I run to be saved? Who then do I blame for my fade? How then do I say it is great? For my joy to be seen as a date, Still true for my death it is pain, Feel free it is warm it is lame, For my joy to be seen it is caged, True love never came to my same Right now it is pain it is paid, How the hell do I laugh when it rains? When my fade is dry in the lane, Fool who? For you to be great, It is life it is great for the lames, Who is I to talk for the graves? Because still I will be Its a game, Till then I will cry to be saved For my soul to be touched to be tamed, Hope then will come in my days Otherwise its a wish and am lame.