He was a creative person. So fragile insidenHe was the King of himself. Invincible warriornMade strong to defend the weak. After all legitimatenEveryone knew except him. He had those X-ray eyesnnHe really thought that love was this nasty violent gamenHe thought he was the fortunate one with all the scars nand the ball and chainnReception of despise. Didn't know what else it could have beennIntact life -He never got to live that way. It went to extremesnThen the misery filled his large vacuumnnIt felt so good in a dreamnBut this one is very real nAnd nothing wakes you up nnSelf-esteem began to vacillate by the evil wordsnCried like a suicide wish. Needed a shelter from hernOnce again he swallowed the words. Forever love in the name of chainsnEveryone knew except him. He had those X-ray eyesnHe really thought… nn(Chorus)nnHe was a creative person. Now dead insidenOnce known as the King of this world. Dictator ruler nBut somehow he was dethroned by a revolutionnHe has these X-ray eyes and now he's watching through!!!nn(Chorus)