You think my presence not worth seeing
You think I have no way of feeling
You think my heart is just as cold
As the steel blade by which you hold
I smile when I load my gun
The life I lead's an easy one
Attention getting acts you see
Wooing every girl I meet
A callous acting youth like me
All too often pre conceived
I hide away old pain or strife
I didn't choose to live this life
When I pour my soul into a shot
You start to have some second thoughts
Scars hidden underneath a mask
Of stirrups and a cowboy hat
Not too often do I crack
Underneath the pressure of this act
There's a stoic man behind the scenes
It's not as easy as it seems
Look past blue eyes and flawless teeth
You might find a human underneath
