Hey villain, aren’t you so glamourous?
Camouflaged with feigned magnanimous humility and designer hair,
You’ve abandoned any ties, cut all lines to anything holding your ego back
Hey tortured hero, do you search the sky for answers?
While your introspective soul-searching goes on it grows cold, the world’s wait grows old
Does anybody understand your burden of self control and brutal reflections?
Hey true hero, who sees through the beautiful lies,
Who isn’t hindered by internal doubt, or gridlocked by indecision
Faces harsh truths and doesn’t run away
Hey anonymous stranger, maybe it could be you