Lonely Truths

You see me standing here, but you not see me true. I pass through

my body like me transferring blue. But talk and hear noise, but never hear

the pain like water off a duck back, words fall like rain.

Lonely, so lonely. When you're right here, but nobody know

you. Lonely, real lonely. When them look, but never see

through. Them paint my picture with them own dirty brush. Say me this,

say me that, always in a rush. To judge, to label,

to put me in a box. While the real me stand outside like beggar at