Through My Eyes ( pt. 3 )

Looking through my eyes at the world surrounding me.
I've seen and heard the critics tell me what I can not be.
For many years I've lived on the edge, hearing all the lies.
Seeing all the judgement passed, looking through my eyes.

Looking through my eyes sometimes it seems a bit insane.
Trying to live the way I want sometimes seems in vain.
I hate to be a social clone, living in disguise
I also hate the hypocrits I see, looking through my eyes.

Looking through my eyes at a world that can't stand me.
Waiting for a chance to show them, who they made me be.
The scary freak of nature, bloody tears and haunted cries.
This is how they see me, looking through my eyes.






11-20-99