The story of a prisoner, free in every way
Recall the most average book never written:
I feel like a millionaire without a penny to my name
I wrote my dreadful name in pen for a penny dreadful
But my name is mud and all the stories were lies

I earned my daily bread baking for a butcher
Cutting meat for a candle stick maker
And brightening up the baker's day
But I soon became a vagrant
Invalidated, I'm now an invalid, not involved with the institutions

I got as high as I was low
I could fly like a mole
Such a lovely view i couldn't focus on, it was so ugly
Dancing perfectly still, screaming at the birds as they sing
But they mocked me for not speaking out

I became an alcoholic, I was drinking on social occasions
T-total ******, I took my sleeping pills
My family got worried when I started talking to people and came out my room again
When I ate an apple
It wasn't me. Or maybe that was me

I found a new hobby that I ever did
I'm the best you've ever seen
I'm worse than you could imagine
My self esteem is as low as it is high
And as high as it is low

I've been through more than 12 trials
I passed everyone with a U
They made me fearless and fearful
Of nothing
The milkman comes too late it scares me

But I soon pulled myself together into pieces
I became a champion pub fighter
Laying the gutter every night, the belt raised above my head
Champion of the world
Hanging high above the rest

I remember everything that's ever happened to me
But I can't remember,
No matter how hard I try, where I've come from

I hate you and all your friends
But please, I beg you, never leave me

I got lost on the straight and narrow
I knew the winding paths like my ancestral home
Somewhere I belong, I was never welcome either way

I've studied the charts, I know the road ahead
But I've no idea where in going

I've never said an honest word in my life
And I promise that on my honour

I found a loop hole in the contract that gave me no advantage
And I used it to better myself

I took my chances
Breaking down the lies I promised I'd tell
To make everything alright in the eyes of the many
Too few saw my meaning

They read between the lines and saw only blank space
It was a colouring book but I forgot the instruction
They did as they were told
And nothing

Was true
In the eye of the few
We saw it all
But it was so lonely
It was just me
I saw who I could be
I could only see me

Who is he?