[Intro] Uh [Verse 1: Signor Benedick the Moor] Sitting in my room while my mind's in the air Eyes so low, with a melancholy stare Stare at the ground while her hand's in my hair Wondering what's the point when our time is so rare Trying to ensnare the truth of our lives Am I really living, or am I just trying to survive? I fell in love with art,...Learn More