The same
These days, I only hear the sound of disproval and I only see the sight of disgust
I am alone, confused and there is nobody at home to comfort me
I am the boy that nobody talks to, yet wants to talk to everybody
These days, he only hears the sound of fawning and he only sees the sight of sympathy
He is alone, angry and the there is nobody at home to comfort him
He is the boy that talks to nobody, yet everybody wants to talk to
Those eyes should shine with vigour. But they are dull, lonely, lost.
Just like mine.