Chanticleer

I am so very tired I think you'll never know How much of me I spend following Chasing where you go My thoughts wander to you I construct a world of rights I try to make myself someone That maybe you could like My old self dies a little more With every breath I breathe And with every step I take My heart is wounded, bleeds Every stroke I make in wroth A rage I direct for you Might be wasted each one A years-long folie-a-deux* Sometimes I look into the future And there I see a light But mostly I feel numb inside I feel there's only night So very tired of faking cheer As I glide through this life here I reminisce on when dreams were mere The sunrise of Chanticleer* *Folie-a-deux - Pronounced "folly-ah-do" - French, "a madness shared by two" Chanticleer - Pronounced "Shawn-tih-clear" - Rooster in old French fables, literal translation "Clear song"