The world is oh so cold
How is one so sensitive able to walk the streets
When the eyes of indifference terminate your dreams?
Everyone else is oh so bold
How is one so shy able to stand on his own two feet
When all others seem so content to go down the rough stream?
I’m just a lonely boy laughing at myself
I am the misfitted mind and body
The months irk by the calendar and one day later
I see the image in the mirror, lonely boy
People link together in perfect match
How is one who has never met one the same able to try
When the mocking fingers point out your mistakes?
Youth friendship is the last catch
How is one so hurt to try to hide himself when he has to cry
While all others travel smoothing never having to break?