well, no one will see it, if you're gonna just sit here
"welcome to my life"
it stands in my diary
i know that you wanted
to say that i'm clever
but i'm not a loser
to waste our time in any way

try to not to think such a cliché it is
"there's beauty in the beast"
i ask you try to see:

here i am, never seen as a man
you shouldn't be so keen
here i am, silently in pain
i tell to me, i'm used to this
so why do i feel i'm missing something?

well no one will see it, or are you gonna just sit there?
and welcome to CIA -
i spy on you every day
i know what you wanted
to tell 'bout my mother
but i'm not going to let you
to spoil with words, this summer day