Manipulated romance ... pretty speeches in the dark ... banging on your
big drum ... you captivate
... their hearts ... but underneath the mask ... is a man of straw ... a
master of excuses ... closing
every door ...
I don't wanna hear your name. I don't wanna feel your pain. I don't have
to play your
game. I'm stronger, things have changed, I'm no longer in fools, fools
paradise ... fools
paradise ...
Your poetic inspiration ... is a work of art ... but your obsession with
the glory ... rules a
self-centered heart ... accumulative hatred ... living in fear ... and
when the bitterness is over ...
another victim reappears ...
CHORUS
I don't wanna hear ... your ... name ... I don't wanna feel ... your ...
pain ... I'm no longer in fool's
... fool's paradise |