it's ironic considerate rarity patron of love higher knowledge
engulfs me
'cause the blast of fate a lesson to my eyes concerned

and overwhelmed theirs were of fear and i am feelin so empty
inside
and yet it bruns so akward this time it's something with my

pride lies
i cannot hide my true side and maybe in distress i can still
come out laughing

that's the way i am this little boy proud of helping those in
need
but he's not me but just maybe he could be

i can see it now because i am a hero to his eyes
temporarily blind this immature kid a spirit as well an angel
hiding by helping

and wanting to understand me tears a waterfall of acide
cries from his eyes i need to recognize it's meant to be
am i hard to recognize what do i need to realize

why can't i see with my own $#&@ing eyes what do i need to
see