He looks as if he hasn't slept,
His hair is purposely unkept
Then he knew his people wept
When you crafted your plan

Shadows underneath the eyes,
And everywhere the bastard lies,
My lack of proof is your disguise,
You won't remember me

There's nothing really I can say,
I'm sorry mate and walk away
I could be wrong unless you play your game

It's wonderful and most unkind,
And Horrible is redefined
I can't imagine that you'd mind at all

You're lying again, your conscious ain't you friend
And the only thing you are sorting out is your imagination

Is he really on the street,
Desperation or deceit?
And what he's wearing on his feet will solve our mystery

And I am baffled by how you stand there soaking it in
Do you hide your identity where you hide your grin?
Better hide your grin