No one there to help you through
What you've gotten into
No one there to kiss goodnight
No one there to tell you it'll be alright
...
What's really in my pocket,
Behind this plastic smile?
Secrets, hidden thoughts and opinions?
Desires, knoweledge, stregnth?
...
In a perfect world
There are no mistakes
We do not live in a perfect world
So why are we conditioned to not make mistakes?
...
To the stranger, I am just another nameless face
Unnoticed, unaknoweledged
Unconcerned, he keeps walking
But there is more to me
...