The Fool 歌词

The fool, all around, Is one who burns his wrist with a fine cigar, So as to remember the pain on that night. The fool, all around, Is one who turns over the reigns of his soul to her, An aspiring young actress, a great role. The fool, all around, Is one who is hit and goes not down, although the whole World implores hit to do so. The fool, all around, Is the jest at the Queen's Ball, Where the Queen may seek his services, The fool, all around, Begs for sympathy, and even love, While maintaining a regressive outlook in the mirror. The fool, all around, Am I for I loved you with all my heart, to no avail.