I feel alone in this crowd.
I feel complete silence surrounded by infinite sounds.
I appear to you was happy when I am only filled with doubt.
You are too quick to judge, too quick to hold a grudge.
Do you think you know me?
Know who I really am?
Know what I've been through.. know what I've seen.
You see through societies eyes.
Absence from your own view.
When I think about it?
Do you really know the real you?