I suppose you’ll never understand
Why this world hurts my eyes so.
You’ll never be able to take my hand
And know just what I know.
You could come to hear the story
That I so often tell.
About my life and all the worry
And frustration I hide well.
But even then you’ll never see
What I put before your eyes.
You’ll never know the reality
The hate, the ignorance, the despise.
To you I seem completely empty
As clear as the morning air.
But I am filled and you’ll never see
Even the breeze has pollution there.
I know you don’t understand
And you’re not even willing to try,
Just leave, because I know you can-
Don’t be surprised if life passes you by.