I am a nameless face.
You know my face, not my name.
You think you know me when you don’t.
You don’t know anything about me.
I have seen more things than a war veteran.
I have done more than a ******* does without the money.
Yet still, I am a Nameless Face...

My face won’t tell you my story.
That is something you have to ask for.
I may not like my past, but I can’t change it now can I?
My past is apart of me.
And I am a nameless face…

I have been apart of this world for 16 years.
And I still am a nameless face.
No matter what I do.
No matter what I write.
This is not who I am.
This is not what I want to be.
I have never been one to just say what is on my mind.
I can’t say what I think about anything.
I don’t want to know any more than what I already do.
This life I live is truly going to **** me.
Even if I can hold on for one day one second.
Will it have all been worth it?