In a world that everything was too real
There lived a boy who forgot to feel
Time was meaningless
For the boy had no one to impress
Fifteen the year he awoke
He found he was always over spoke
A dread came over him
Because no one would ever listen
And thus the boy hid himself
At a time he couldn't cry for help
Two years passed and all the time
He found something truly Devine
He opened his heart
And there you'd find that the boy who felt nothing. Was truly kind.
But still the boy was empty
He needed a great epiphany
So the final battle he doth wage
At the keeper of the dreaded cage
He won the fight and found the key
And what came thereof was the man I came to be
