His head down, nothing more appearing from his other than a frown
The boy with no face who's lost his place in this world. No trace of self worth, his shoes laced with the sins he carried with no face
Not even a flicker of a smile. You couldn't walk a mile in his shoes becuase each step broke the tile beneath his feet. His heart was fragile and ristance agaisnt the pain was futile
All he could think abou was suicide, but he looked no different than you and I. No would help or even try, leaving this poor boy to die
Sin cara, he's lost sight of tommarah.
He wants it all to end becuase he's got feelings he must apprehend from showing off, with a broken soul he cannot mend.
Nice guy who won't lie, he'll give it an honest try in the end hoping he could fade away and die. Praying that his end would be nigh
Still alive, sin cara can only thrive with this card he's been delt. His only hope is to survive and not to dive head first in front of a car with four wheel drive!
Still alive sin cara must thrive
Sin cara must thrive although not alive on the inside, dancing this painful jive hoping someday his end will arrive
