Wise man turned fool
You left your royal clothings for sack cloths
You mistook your stupidity for uniqueness
I pity you
Yes, I do for the glitter I once saw is gone
To where?
Still in you but perhaps forgotten
I feel pity for you
Not for us or what we would have had
But because you lost you to yourself
The height of greatness, you thought
All I see is a pool of madness
You should be sad but you think you're happy
What happy man goes around with a painted smile?
Oh! I plea with thee
Forsake thy wise fool you have become
A tainted image is tainted
Better go pick your apparels or lose it all
But assistance? I won't be there
What an irony! A legend you used to be but a ballad you have become.
