Merely little are my means
I have no fortune, only dreams
Power was never in my hand
I don't have property, I don't have land
What I have is solely me
And me I'm full of twisted scurrility
Although you always see me smile
I feel all sad and dead inside
So I may seem joyful and even smart
But there is darkness in my heart,
Behind my make-up and my style,
Is ugliness I try to hide,
For I have nothing but my thoughts,
Never achieved what I have sought,
Always lost inside my dreams,
Now merely little are my means.
