Manipulated romance …
pretty speeches in the dark …
banging on your big drum …
you captivate …
their hearts …
but underneath the mask …
is a man of straw …
a master of excuses …
closing every door …
I don’t wanna hear your name.
I don’t wanna feel your pain.
I don’t have to play your game.
I’m stronger, things have changed,
I’m no longer in fools, fools paradise …
fools paradise …
Your poetic inspiration …
is a work of art …
but your obsession with the glory …
rules a self-centered heart …
accumulative hatred …
living in fear …
and when the bitterness is over …
another victim reappears …
CHORUS
I don’t wanna hear … your … name …
I don’t wanna feel … your … pain …
I’m no longer in fool’s … fool’s paradise …