I'm a dreamer,whom you'll never meet
and trying to hide disapointment
What was the cause of it?
that's just the normal way of life
A big black shadow on my fit
My soul is hard to understand,don't even try
Nobody knows my words are true or lie...
I run away,but there's no place to hide,
This world is needn't me,I have no strength to faight
Because I'm not a fighter,but a dreamer.
I'm whose,
Who's soul's in tears
I even did't try to live without fears
A perfect place of happyness and peace
You'll never see where,babe
my disafected face
My soul is hard to understand,don't even try
Nobody knows my words are true or lie...
I run away,but there's no place to hide,
This world is needn't me,I have no strength to faight
Because I'm not a fighter,but a dreamer.
А теперь попробуйте отгадать про кого стишок
Но, сдается мне, что хоть автор и имел в виду Мортена, но настоящий лирический герой - он сам (сама) 
. Про прошлый стих мне сказали,что он в духе Вайлд сид 
Я не со зла,конечно 