On the outside looking in.
Can’t let the external problems of the world penetrate my internal skin.
Though I was born in a world of sin,
I’ve felt like a loser all of my life, without the possibility of a chance to win.
I don’t even have a friend, not a father or a mother.
A sister or a brother, or anything that of another.
Just myself, an unnoticed existence of a man.
That’s been alluded by love, even so giving all the love that I can.
I was not here when the Earth began, I pray I’m not here when it ends.
I pray, even within myself, that I’m on the outside looking in.
Far from the...