This Song Is Called

I am the speaker but what is responsibility?
This I beg of you, build me brick upon brick
High tides, waves of hypocrisy (This I beg of you, build me brick upon brick)
I didn't think the clock struck more than twelve times
I decided to name her insomnia
Her teeth like white seeds in a scarlet fruit
This I must tell you, old friend(Her teeth like white seeds in a scarlet fruit)
This I must tell you, old friend, old friend
This I must tell you, old friend, old friend, old friend
Fear beauty, fear beauty
This is meager, this is feeble
She was only a fiction and my creation
My creation