She walks the crowded halls, like no one is around.
And they all point and stare, at the soically condemned.
But what they all dont know is its she who pities them.
We all see the world, as we picture it to be.
But how do we all know, that it's reality?
Some of us see this, and some of us see that.
And just what's it take to know, exactly where we're at?
The sunlight burns his eyes, as he sits upon the street.
All the people scurry by, tossing change at his feet.
He'll probably just buy booze, he hears the people say.
But what they all don't know, is it's them who need some change.
We all see the world, as we picture it to be.
But how do we all know, that it's reality?
Some of us see this, and some of us see that.
And just what's it take to know, exactly where we're at?