Gone

Pretty much says it already.

He walks without leaving any footprints, he is somebody who is nobody. He stands out by blending in. He has endless thoughts in his head, but doesn't say a word.

He is not a bad person, merely misunderstood, seen as what he portrays. He can look into your eyes, but you know that he's gone already. You never get your chance to say goodbye, he's gone already.

He is out of reach at his will, he leaves when he needs to, you won't even know he's out of touch before he has forgotten your name. You long to hear his voice, when he has forgotten how to speak. You seek his eyes when he has seen right through you.

Without a word, without a face, I'm gone, without a trace.