Three Hundred Liars

One million colors, in one blind eye.
Silence in the song I’m singing, whose words, want to cry.
A symphony of deafness singing softly, so unreal.
The soft, sweet caresses, you don't care to feel.
You don't fit in.
The hardest armor but so vulnerable inside and what you feel, and what you know, and what you love will die.
You don't fit in so break out.
Three hundred liars, all with such fearful eyes.
Afraid to look the wrong way and I sympathize.
I sympathize.