I don't defend
I don't symbolize
I don't pretend that I never helplessly hide
I don't believe, I don't realize
I don't believe though I know I hopelessly try
I don't agree, I don't wonder why
I couldn't see through the tears that I never cried
I don't deny that I criticize,
I know that I will have fallen unless I rise.
But I get no, no, no protection,
When you're just another begger at the intersection
With a cold, cold, corn collection,
Did you notice my face? it's the same expression, it is.
Sometimes it is.
I've been ignored, I've been recognized,
I can't afford to pretend I'm harmlessely high.
I've been adored, I've been pushed aside,
I been at war with the words I restlessly write.
I've been adhered, I've been undermined,
I have appeared to be here but lifeless inside.
I've been in fear, I've been under lights,
I disappear in the clear of black moonless nights.
But I get no, no, no protection,
When you're just another begger in the intercestion,
With a cold, cold, corn collection,
And did you notice my face?
It's the same expression,
Cause there's no, no, no protection,
When you're just another begger at the intersection,
With a cold, cold, corn collection,
Did you notice my face? It's the same expression.
It's a little, a little, a little,
So save me from my city, a city, a city,
Cause now it's just a pity, a pity, a pity,
That made me change my mind.