and if i told you that i loved you,
you'd maybe think theres something wrong.
i'm not a man with too many faces,
the mask i wear is one.
and those who speak know nothing,
and find out to their cost.
like those who curse their luck in too many places,
and those who smile are lost.

i know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
i know that the clubs are weapons of war.
i know that diamonds mean money for this art,
but that's not the shape of my heart.