Come see the world through my eyes Come feel it through me
Here ugliness is more ugly than imagination But beauty more beautiful than thoughts can be Here bruises of the soul are a visible blue For anyone who dares to look closely
You can feel the pain of the broken man Standing where he lay and bled Here a papercut is as bad as a gashing wound But the blood is a brilliant red
Here life is rarely ever fair You don't get what you give But you welcome the disappointment with open arms everytime For to feel is to live