They see without a care

Out of the crowd and there he goes
takes their eyes, and o yea, he knows,
knows he's got them dead to rights,
and I curse those like him every night.

places those shades over empty eyes
I drink the barrell, because he swallows the lies.
sells that confidence he doesn't deserve
I'd scream out loud...if I had the nerve.

I wish I didn't envy, and its truly pathetic,
how I'd just die to be an equal aesthetic.
maybe this insecurity will fade with passing days
but I'm disintigrating under that judgemental gaze.

Darling there's no song so sad
as the one of the boy gone mad
he hid the fact he was daily dying
blessed is he who died trying.