The tears he cries are just his broken wings
He is the one that only sadness brings
He’s fallen in the dark and lost
He is where he hates the most.

But who is him and what he wants?
What’s the purpose of the lie he starts?
Is he real, does he exist?
In this world, can he resist?

He can’t cry and he can’t hide
Is the prisoner of his mind,
Just the dream that I can’t touch
Which says I’ve been sad too much.