• Walking on the side walks,
    hear the strum of an acoustic guitar,
    Saw a poor man playing,
    Don't know if his life got far....

    A quiet tuned melody,
    Kind of gave my mind a remedy...
    Maybe you gotta stand out,
    If you wanna be heard...

    I'm miserable on the inside,
    and happy on the outside....
    It makes me so confused,
    On who I really am...

    Who am I,
    I'm not sure,
    I thought the same,
    of the man on the curb,

    He stops playing,
    With a shine in his eye,
    The music was beautiful,
    but he still wants to die......

    But I wanna hear the tune,
    and feel the same inside,
    Yet I still ask questions even though I know the answer...
    But I still, still wonder how and why.

    Why.