He’s got a bit of a god complex
But then again who doesn’t?
He’s the kind that thinks of you
When every one else wasn’t.

And he thinks he’s at the tip
Of an iceberg that’s melting quick
And if he doesn’t jump, he’ll miss it
He’s honest,
but he doesn’t know what the truth is.

And he thinks he’s at the edge,
But he’s got a while to go.
And he hopes it’s just a phase or a test
But these days you never know
Reality appears
And vanishes just as quick

He’ll never be complete
He’s filling a crater by kicking dirt with his feet
He’s riding on wheels up a hill that’s too steep
He’s running from the truth that will put him on the streets

And he considers speaking out
So much,
He can’t keep count
Of who
Thinks they know,
Or know he thinks
When will I — Will I? — Can I
Ever be free?

And he tries,
he tries,
he tries…
To look on the bright side, of life.

He thinks he’s at the edge
He’s got a while to go
And he hopes it’s just a phase or a test
But these days you never know

Reality appears
And vanishes just as quick

Some times the brightest lights
Have the darkest thoughts
Burning on this idea that it will light itself
Like it lights everyone else.
Like it will inspire itself
To look on the bright side tonight.

So, They told him to write a note
Of all the things he hated most
But he couldn’t find all the words
That could best describe
The hate he has inside
All aimed at himself

They said now burn the note
And watch the ashes float
So he took it to his throat
He used the subject as the media
And made the act an art

He left,
Leaving nothing behind,
Letting no one know-
What goes on behind scenes
Of a one man duel identity scheme.
He didn’t look back,
He was free.