No pain, no doubt, no hope, just hole
Smiles and dreams
Tears and drops,
rain and wind
cool and warm...
Walking on street,
Hold on me,
poems and poets
are what they have to be
but we are here,
we're still here...
Poets tells death,
poets told me sad,
poets writes blue,
but we are here,
we're still here,
can't we...?
I know I afraid you
but I'm afraid too
so why can't you
act as a man?
Act as a man...
No pain, just hole,
no thought, just hole,
no rain, just hole,
no doubt, just hole,
no hope, just a hole...
Walk on street,
hold on me,
'couse poems and poets
aren't me,
we are still here,
so why can't we ever
be together?