Can you see me, see who I am?
Can you distinguish the boy from the man?
Can you read my moods, know when to play?
Can you decipher the codes sent your way?
Are these things evident, clearly on show?
Are they apparent, or is it hard to know?
Tell me Beauty, have you worked me out?
Or am I so deep and twisted as to make you doubt?
Can you really see me, see who I am?
Or am I an enigma, an invisible man?