I could have taken Romeo's end for me But my Juliet, whosoever they are For those apparently dying cells I kept awake the clown in me, For me to cry while laughing // Captioned \\ There are lots who are lost Lots from whom I took refuge, Many breaks, necessary, still not accepted Where I have been the protagonist And the antagonist my tongue, hands and brain Conversations much raw, to be produced to the world Cooked just for the time being, and never stripped off Some jerks, some shivers, some heart breaks they say
