pretty boy walks down the street they all look in his direction he feels them stare he dislikes the glare of the overcasting sun. ...they say that he's the one. he is a fire burning bright but he can't stand the light they think he is strange no one can decribe that deep impassionate look in his eyes he folds away from the fears he hides they ask him questions... did ya fuck? did ya screw? did ya get inside? this boy is an act they say he's a player but he's just a boy with his life on hold... he walks alone at night and talks to the sky puts up his front when people ask why the girls all love him but he's scared to admit he wants no one he's just a kid his act grows old they know the truth his defenses are down he crawls onto the roof...he looks below at the black street he swears if he jumps he will land on his feet~ ...and walk right into heaven.