I dunno if this went a bit off topic. This is in the eyes of Sawyer:




They all wanna know..


They all wanna know what im thinking
What goes on in that twisted head of mine
What Im feeling, peeling at my layers of skin
With they're Thin conclusional serpant eyes
They all wanna know where I hide my stash,
Who's the little boy is behind the hoarded wealth
My real flesh and blood to all of the blind
buried in a burnt letter addressed to myself
Freckles read it. She saw me through herself
Weve both shaken hands with the devil

Is my name a "cover" hiding good intentions?
A bullet wound scar, an exposed medal

...My name is not of her concern
My problems are Dwelling gulps behind a bar..

They all wanna know, what my real name is
"Im a complicated guy sweetheart"