Looking into their eyes he wondered what they felt.
With a smile on his face he wondered what was their personal hell.
No one felt comfortable alone with him this he could tell.
But he made them laugh and forgot about troubles he wouldn\'t want them to feel the things he felt.
Thoughts crossed his mind when they look in my eyes one day they will see distraction itself.
Temporary is our time not one thing is for certain.
The show will go on until he proves himself wrong so I\'ll hold my ropes so they cant Lower the curtain.
I see buildings lowered to their foundation,crowded streets,crashed cars, and flipped buses no means of transportation.
A mask man sitting still in chaos. one day keep trying one day it will pay off.
He expressed his rage through discombobulation. His life meant nothing until it destroyed others.
in the grand scheme of things his void still empty and he\'ll find something else to be mad at one after the other
Even if he found meaning it\'s temporary such is life a cycle of keeping the mind busy night after night. Find the better