Unlike most, my problem is people do care
Whenever I want to be alone, they're always there...

They looked at me yesterday,
they'll look at me today...

Within a gaping void of pain
i sit all alone...

How can you do this
Threaten us at every turn...

They gaze upon my face
and see me, but not within me...

I will weep tomorrow,
for todays pain is too new...

A girl sits in a corner.
She sits and I hear her cry...

*So how old are you now,
Uncle John...

So much pain
Always contained...

Life is a prison,
Oh God let me out...

What is a father?
Someone who cares...

Hey all you *Christians*
I got a question for you...