Twisted, little, darkned child
hollowed out by fear
Living through a foggy life
where nothings ever clear

Hiding in the cold
Afraid to go inside
Sitting in the darkness
is where i wait and hide

They call me anti-social
Because they never see my face
I'd love to run away
and leave without a trace

But when they finally noticed
That something wasn't there
They'd plant on those big smiles
and pretend to really care

Most only see one half of my picture
A side engraved with gold
Where i dont have to sit and wait
or hide out in the cold

They see the smiles
and believe in their eyes
Why would anyone think
That it's my soul that cries