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 fucking eyes what do i need to see