…was a happy face,now it’s bruised,
was it the alcohol or the juice,
strength of a baboon,
weight of a baloon,
come take me,i have no one to take me home,
it was an innocent dance,
there is no way i can give her a chance,
sleeping with a broken heart,
this wound,an open part,
i wore my suit in laughs,
i wore a face of jokes,bluffs,
it was a mistake,now i know,
my conscience,white as snow…
Dark hands 