I’m A Sensitive Soul Though I Seem Thick-Skinned

I live a life of anger
But nobody else knows
Because it’s hidden from view
By a shell covering my soul

It was once attacked
And taken from me
By him, the evil one himself
If you want my life, pry it from my cold dead hands

Nobody knows the truth within
Except my trusted ones
They know the story

The struggles of those months
And all of the rough times
I look tough from the outside
But inside I’m weak

This is what hell looks like
Walls of pages and media
This is what they call a wasteland

His voice is a weapon
A sound of hellspawn itself
Coming back to haunt us all
If you want my life, pry it from my cold dead hands

Nobody knows the truth within
Except my trusted ones
They know the story

The struggles of those months
And all of the rough times
I look tough from the outside
But inside I’m weak

I'm just a man on the balcony, singing "Nobody will ever remember me," rejoice, rejoice and fall to your knees