What kind of fool am I, who never fell in love?It seems that
I'm the only one I have been thinking of.What kind of man
is this? An empty shell, a lonely cellIn which an empty heart
must dwell?What kind of lips are these that lied with every
kiss?That whispered empty words of love that left me alone like
this?Why can't I fall in love like any other man?And maybe
then I'll know what kind of fool I am.What kind of clown am
I? What do I know of life?Why can't I cast away the mask of
play and live my life?Why can't I fall in love, till I
don't give a damn?And maybe I'll know what kind of
fool I am.