When he passes by, nobody notices
When he talks, nobody listens
And even if the sun brings it's warmth, it's still very cold within him
He has so much to tell and nobody's willing to listen
Everyone minds not to see, trying to make him give up. No... No.
And today he's trying to deploy memories from a past that isn't real
In order to relieve the pain of recognizing that all he did to be normal didn't work
And there's nothing or nobody who's gonna say that he's like so:
From outside everything's alright, from inside the crying is endless.
And you didn't even considered talking to him, nor even smiled when he saw you and smiled to you
It's fine, "you were only 10", but you should be aware that it caused what today you see... here.
And what if I tell you that he is me?
And what if I admit that it is so painful to know it all happened and be unable to go back?