Does it appear that I am perfect?
That I never make mistakes?
Or does it appear I'm always honest
And the truth never forsake?
If this is the imagine that you see
Then you my friend are deceived
For beneath the surface lies a man
A wretched man with impurities

Does it appear that I am composed?
That I am never lost?
Or does it appear I always do what's right
No matter how high the cost?
If this is the vision that you see
Then you my friend are misled
For beneath the surface lies a man
A wretched with a evil thoughts in his head.

Does it appear that I am great?
That I have not a care in the world?
Or does it appear that I never have to cry?
And vicious rumors I never hurl?
If this is the picture that I convey
Then allow me to apologize to you
For beneath the surface lies a man
A wretched man whose external picture is untrue

Does it appear that I am overly loved?
That I never feel pain?
Or does my smile disguise my woe,
As if I know no shame?
If this is what your eyes behold
Then you are viewing an illusion-
For beneath the surface lies a man
A wretched man plagued by confusion.

Does it appear that I can't fall
By the desolate wayside of life?
Or does it appear I'm never lovely
Or entrapped by pain and strife?
If this is the picture you view
Then unfortunately it's not right
For beneath the surface lies a man
A wretched man haunted by night.

Does it appear my head's in the clouds
And I look down on the rest?
Or does it appear that I'm unsatisfied
Unless I'm always the best?
If this is the "me" that you view
Then what you view is very wrong
For beneath the surface lies a man
A wretched man who lives all alone...