Those eyes of yours, big, brown, full of sadness.
I've wondered why, but I've seen a bit of your soul.
You wander in darkness, you're all alone, you claim that you like it,
But I can see that that's wrong.
You want something much better, but you're stubborn, like me.

You're no ordinary boy, and that, I can see.
But you do ordinary things, and it's because you think you should.
You think you're the one in control, but has that done you any good?
When we take control, we fall in our tracks.
And the harder our fall, the bigger the cracks.

You claim that you're evil, I think that you're sad.
You want so much power, but you'll just go mad.
I want so much better for you, I really do.
But you have to see why it concerns me, the things that you pursue.

What are your intentions, unordinary man?
I hope you'll decide to be good because I know that you can.