What kind of fool am i, who never fell in love? It seems that Iâ€™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 canâ€™t I fall in love like any other man? And maybe then Iâ€™ll know what kind of fool I am.What kind of clown am i? what do I know of life? Why canâ€™t I cast away the mask of play and live my life? Why canâ€™t I fall in love, till I donâ€™t give a damn? And maybe Iâ€™ll know what kind of fool I am.