A journey of impurity seems to be my affectation
My behavior that is meant to impress others, isn't an expectation
But for me I need to feel welcome...
Wrap me up in the sheets of complecion and pour water amongst my pours
So something about my body can appear clean and be adored

A bruised body and a bandaged heart splits me apart
like a little child living amongst the park
trying to make new friends
but hes different from the others...

He tries to mend the seems of his character;
but even when hes done his imperfections shine louder
and still when he grows up everything's the same;
he will be called coward, loser, and a bunch of other names

Nothing he does seems to be ordinary;
It's for the people without a character anyway
*Because if I were that boy I'd let my inspiration blossom through the day
And be the person that makes me who I am today