You can see it in his eyes
The blood from his past boiling up again...

I know you're too good, and I'm too far gone
It's just better off that I'm not letting you down...

She can't see it, but he knows it
Everything he's done had a purpose...

So when will I learn to let someone in
To enter into my world of truth and lies...

Took a walk down the street to that familiar bar
Sat down on an old wooden stool in the middle...

Over the past few days, it's all become clear
Life is so clearly confusing...

A new work, something fresh and off color
Something askew from the ordinary lines...

Everyone is always pointing their finger
Always condemning him to this place...

He's been around the town on heels of distress
And ripped through the sky on wings of pain...