This Song Is Called

I am the speaker but what is responsibility?
This is 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, old friend, fear beauty
This is meager, this is feeble
She was only a fiction and my creation