The Riddle by Marco Patitucci

A Marco Patitucci Original © Copyright 2011. A taste of what I've been writing this year. Hope you like it. I appreciate your continued support that has lead to over 40,000 total views of my songs. Hopefully there will be a record someday. LYRICS

I've heard a riddle about a quarter,
I've heard one about a puddle of water
underneath a man who had hanged himself
But I'm not broke or suicidal
Just need someone to check my vitals
I've been feeling like a man outside himself
Maybe you can solve what puzzles me,
The riddle that I know, The answer I've never seen

If a man falls in the middle of an empty bedroom...
And never hits the ground, does he make a sound?
If the words never leave my pen or leave my lips...
Never to be found, do they really count?

I heard the truth, but got it twisted,
Tried on the lies, felt like a misfit
Finding pieces never finding where I fit myself
Tried my luck, at fixing others
Lost myself in the drama of a woman
Gave her my time but my soul wasn't far behind
Maybe you can solve what puzzles me,
The riddle that I know, The answer I've never seen

If a man falls in the middle of an empty bedroom...
And never hits the ground, does he make a sound?
If the words never leave my pen or leave my lips...
Never to be found, do they really count?

So maybe you can tell what tortures me,
The innocence you've lost, the substance I've never seen

If a man falls in the middle of an empty bedroom...
And never hits the ground, does he make a sound?
If the words never leave my pen or leave my lips...
Never to be found, do they really count?

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