Eyes that see me, judge me, fear me,
Those that know me, love me, dearly,
I do not care for they who come,
For in the end, when all is done,
The blame is mine and mine alone,
I am the little boy without a home.
You who watches, waiting, quietly,
They who carry on, deafly, blindly,
Who are you to intervene?
To tamper with this waking dream?
Live your lives, just go on home,
For I am the man who wanders alone.