One bright day in the middle of the night
two dead men stood up to fight...

Inside a mind there is a story that awaits
a hurt that cant be described...

Shunned by my own
they took away my few shining starts...

Making the world a better place
starts with a mask right over your face...

My imagination is drawn by animation that covers...

I went into school that day
as happy as could be...

We spoke of petty thing avoiding the uncomfortable...

I think your really cute, I think your really fly
I love your spiky hair, I love your big blue eyes...