12-11-11-3.

Who is it you really think you are

You’ve fooled you

You ain’t no way could be some kind of star

So what’s new?

I’m in a mess

But no-one cares less

You’ve got to try

And get to the why...

Nobody wants to understand

And that’s ok

You sit there and justify

And that’s ok.

I nolonger know who I really am

Who fools who

I used to live with some kind of basic plan

I’d never do.

You can argue black is really white

You’ve fooled you

You can maybe feel the knot too tight

Before you’re through.