A man of small stature
Has a shadow twice his size
The hate he shows without
Can't compare to what's inside
His loathing burns inside him
Such hate stays undefined
It's all he can possibly feel
When his love's so undermined
He's grown tired of the world
They don't know what beauty we hide
They only see the outer face
They don't care for what's inside
He's grown bored with pretty faces
There's nothing pretty underneath
Can no one provide him
With the beauty he seeks?
His search continues fruitlessly
These faces no longer thrill him
The ignorance and arrogance
This world holds is about to kill him
What hope for the world is left?
He can't save the world alone
All he wants is someone sensitive
To brighten the dark world he knows
A world of selfish fools
Will surely realize too late
That they've based the world on the broken minds
Behind a pretty face.