People wonder, people stare.
People act like they don't care.
Wearing shackles no one will ever see.
Is there no way to set me free?
Please someone tell me, who holds the key?
People come, people go.
People walk by trough the snow.
His eyes pitch black for the world to see.
The resemblance of lost souls, how could this be?
Please someone tell me, is this really me?
People crawl, people crave.
People stand tall trying to be brave.
They all realize the life he leads is hard.
Yet they don't know it's tearing him appart.
Could this be the end? Or just a new start?