See Through - Clock Out

Victim of circumstance

Feels like there’s eyes on me

Walk into a room

And that’s all I see

Socially ostracized by the lies assume

Your face don’t match your eyes

I can read a room

Yeah!

Consider me the black sheep

Walking to my doom

Feels like there’s all these eyes on me

Feels like my mind is playing tricks on me

What I see

Wondering how can it be?

Play the judge, but all you do is assume

Point the finger got three back at you

Back at you!

Socially ostracized by the lies you assume

Your face don’t match your eyes

I can read through you