As i see the woman cry

as i see the kids walk back

and they’re faces as they held on to the cops

i discover no one’s fake

Ok, how do i explain

It’s just that every human thinks the same

But sometimes we don’t know how to act

There are these things called misunderstandings

There is also something called childhood

Everyone acts so their hearts and soul feel good

There are introverts and extroverts

What affect us is experiences

I regret all things i do

as i kid i wished to be superman

But i guess i’m now the evil man

with my face of twenty demons

and my heart of the hardest rock

i wish one thing only

that at my door someone knocks.

i really feel so lonely

attention is my greatest desire

feeling loved at least by God.

my life is based on what they give me

All i do is fight for my belongings

defend my body

control the tears who try to run out

And of cource

harm the ones who look so happy