Who are you really?
You say you are an outcast.
The one who wanders through time and space.
You say you are a man without a home.
The one who has nothing to go back to.
You say you are always alone.
The one who shuts everyone out.
You say you don't care.
Although you risk your life for those around you.
You say we shouldn't be with you.
But you didn't leave us much choice.
So, at the end of the day, who are you really?
A killer or a saint?