Bicycle Spokes

I decorated the spokes on my bicycle When I go past it looks full and colorful Did you really like that Did you really see that Would you look closely one more time It's not as good as it seems Or as bad as you'd dream Just beads On thin black lines I rode so fast on my bicycle Spinning little wheels Keep me and you fooled Did I really do that Can I take it back My eye bags are so taut Did I dissapoint you I hope I contribute Something of value during my one shot I fell so far from my bicycle Got brusies on both of my knees to show for Oh I slipped in the rain And now I'm in pain My helmet just didn't hold up If I spilled out my brains Would you help me to say I'm not Giving up