What kind of fool am i, who never fell in love?
It seems that Im the only one I have been thinking of.
What kind of man is this? an empty shell, a lonely cell
In which an empty heart must dwell?
What kind of lips are these that lied with every kiss?
That whispered empty words of love that left me alone like this?
Why cant I fall in love like any other man?
And maybe then Ill know what kind of fool I am.
What kind of clown am i? what do I know of life?
Why cant I cast away the mask of play and live my life?
Why cant I fall in love, till I dont give a damn?
And maybe Ill know what kind of fool I am.