I never asked for this, The attention I am given, Or the focus I lack, As you can tell, I'm losing focus At the moment I'd rather say nothing Let what comes, come and be Apparently If I do though You dig our graves with the quotations Of a child, thinking of being a man I am flattered with your words But the art of candles and shadows Is in the mystery of what you don't see And the gathering of hints and riddles; Things you barely see, but believe to be there Fact, wrapped around in fiction Say what you like, you would anyway Think your words mean something to someone Because they don't, neither do mine So paint the picture as you see it What will that change?