Breaking

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.

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