Sitting on the side of the road Not a care in the world, all alone Who could possibly see who I am? Everyone sees me, but no one really looks I crave the attention, like a whore I go to person to to person hoping Someone will finally see the real me. These walls aren’t that strong one kick and you’ve got them down. And this mask you see? It is easy to remove. All you need is a kind heart And an open ear With that you can hear my silent cry.