John Doe

You know, I met him once
It was a rainy day in May
And though I never talked about it
Hear me now
And what I have to say

He was a tired soul
Who lived a life surrounded by his fear
Of always be alone, but
Never shared a tear

He would make every colour black
He would bring all the nightmares back
To back
All will burn when it's time to go
And his name has become John Doe

They thought I knew his face
But I forgot it yesterday
And though I try to be an angel
He will make
My white wings fade to grey

And in the aftermath
All will be just like before this day
And in the end there will be
Nothing left to say

He would make every colour black
He would bring all the nightmares back
To back
All will burn when it's time to go
And his name has become John Doe

He would make every colour black
He would bring all the nightmares back
To back
All will burn when it's time to go
And his name has become John Doe