it's ironic considerate rarity patron of love higher knowledge
engulfs me 'cause the blast of fate a lesson to my eyes concerned
and overwhelmed theirs were of fear and i am feelin so empty inside
and yet it bruns so akward this time it's something with my pride
lies i cannot hide my true side and maybe in distress i can still
come out laughing that's the way i am this little boy proud of
helping those in need but he's not me but just maybe he could be
i can see it now because i am a hero to his eyes temporarily blind
this immature kid a spirit as well an angel hiding by helping and
wanting to understand me tears a waterfall of acide cries from his
eyes i need to recognize it's meant to be am i hard to recognize
what do i need to realize why can't i see with my own fucking eyes
what do i need to see