Where's the Fun?

The only friend I let in is the madness
The only dog that I let out's my rage
Raped of my robes and kicked out the palace
Where I left my cares and traded them all in for pain

Here lies a fallen angel
I chopped down my own path
I guess I should have known better
But where's the fun in that

I only toast when I cheers with the sadness
The only company I keep's my own
Some days I don't even part with the mattress
Where I leave my body when my body's made of stone

Here lies a fallen angel
I chopped down my own path
I guess I should have known better
But where's the fun in that

Where's the fun at; where's the fun
Yo, where's the fun at, where's the fun in that
Where's the fun at; where's the fun
Yo, where's the fun at, where's the fun in that

The lonely view from the top of the tower
Crowded spaces in my head
Will I wither in the fields with the flowers
Or still clutching on to everything I've ever held

Here lies a fallen angel
I chopped down my own path
I guess I should have known better
But where's the fun
Where's the fun
Where's the fun in that