Going away, watching from the crowd,
oh how you look a fool, just a little too proud,
I wish to watch you fall, just to see you understand,
but you never will, another disaster's at hand,
An gypsy angel, with almost black wings,
a perfect smile, gifted in almost everything,
The loner, outside the crowd,
someone who would rather stay away,
seems everywhere is just a little too loud,
The broken hearted fool, seems to be everyones tool,
never wanting to cry, what would it prove,
always standing up only to lose,
A damned social disaster, nothing to lose,
goes with the flow, just gains another bruise,
nothing can be worse, so that's how to choose,
so here it is a gypsy's point of view, wander away,
don't take the abuse.
