Hands-of-Clay

From tirdsom I let out a voice to ask For a wish from the stars to make in task Stop my happines if it would lead to misery For I don't want to be fooled by love's unsanity Stop my misery if it would bann such happiness For tears I cry are now tired and meaningless have you had enough laughs as I'm forced to entertain For you're blinded with your own light to see such pain Hurt and sorrow were my routine scripts Shame and curses were potions I have sipped Haunting tears were my blankets through nights Fearfull nightmares were the only dreams in sight Now I sit I and spit to you  damn stars As your light is free nay I'm caged in b