This Song Is Called Lyrics

I am the speaker but what is responsibility?
This I beg of you, build me brick upon brick.
High tides; waves of hypocrisy.
I didn't think the clock struck more than twelve times.
I decided to name her insomnia.
Her teeth (show) like white seeds in a scarlet fruit.
This I must tell you, my friend,
(Her teeth (show) like white seeds in a scarlet fruit.)
This I must tell you, my friend, my friend
This I must tell you, my friend, my friend, my friend:
Fear beauty
Fear beauty

This is meager, this is feeble.
She was only a fiction and my creation, my creation.