This guy.

I’m watching this guy falling apart slowly like an ice cream in the sun
He don’t want to see this happen, unless he thinks it
He’s hoping for something he doesn’t know
He’s hoping for something that don’t even exist
This guy completely crumbles when he sees an opportunity to get out of this sick universe
It was too much time in a survivor mode, now he just don’t know how to live anymore
And everything scares him; everything is far away, where his hands can’t reach
Sometimes, in his better days, he can taste that old flavours, and feel that cold and calm breeze
He’s curious, but he keeps it to himself, he wants to know what’s up there,
his home is everywhere, he could accept anything and anyone
And these days goes by, he keeps moving on, slowly, while he’s watching the world fall apart together.