ISBN-13: 9783819712524 / Niemiecki / Miękka / 180 str.
No one has to knowI could always hideBut sometimes it might get to meThe things on all their mindsLike, "They don't know I'm lonely"And, "They don't know I'm kind"Or scared that I can't hack it with the current paradigmEvery single lineEvery single rhymeEvery single truth I singOnce started as a lieI promise that I'm fineBut then I redesignAnd put myself together like some little FrankensteinAh-ahDoes a story die with its narrator?Ah-ahSurely it's forgotten sooner or laterAh-ahHope they spell my name right in the paperAh-ahIn here lies the great impersonatorMm-mmI'm lying in a car crashIn a pile of broken glassIt's funny how it looks like glitter from the overpassI'm in a pick-up truck, the door is stuck, I'm sinking in the waterAnd the girl inside is waving, but the people just applaud herThis is a cry for help, callin' for assistanceBut you can't tell I need it when you're watchin' from a distanceAh-ahDoes a story die with its narrator?Ah-ahSurely it's forgotten sooner or laterAh-ahHope they spell my name right in the paperAh-ahIn here lies the great impersonator- Halsey
the highs the lows the dance the death the tortured poet