Come one and all and see the broken man
Talking to himself
He sits and waits for something better
He'll never find it here
The people touch his hair and pinch his cheek
He can't even feel it
There it goes again, he's listening to someone
He hears the bitter laughter
And all he wants to know is...
Why... Does any of it matter?
You've gotta try...
The inhale that makes the exhale so much better
He wipes his hands on anything in reach
He never feels clean