There he stands alone again,
Side by side with himself.
He looks confused and shattered.
Like he's got no place to go.
There's a blur in his mind.
Dying now would be a relief,
The man who stole his life.
Would not be called a thief.
He'll be back tomorrow,
With his desperate eyes.
Hi will be full of sorrow,
And silent cries.
There's a blur in his mind.
Dying now would be a relief,
The man who stole his life.
Would not be called a thief.
He'll be back tomorrow,
With his desperate eyes.
Hi will be full of sorrow,
And silent cries.
