There he stands alone again,
side by side with himself.
he looks confused and shattered.
like he’s got no place to go.
there’s a blur in his mind.
dying now would be a relief,
the man who stole his life.
would not be called a thief.

He’ll be back tomorrow,
with his desperate eyes.
hi will be full of sorrow,
and silent cries.

There’s a blur in his mind.
dying now would be a relief,
the man who stole his life.
would not be called a thief.

He’ll be back tomorrow,
with his desperate eyes.
hi will be full of sorrow,
and silent cries.