Disappearing Act

So after while guess I wasn't in style. But none of that mattered to us too much. Mile after mile I still wear a smile. Even when my "friends" say I'm out of touch. We hear you loud and clear. But you can't make us disappear. No way no how. You

Jet black fought back at the blink of an eye Too young, too proud and never short on words Another riddle without a solution Waiting for his chance to start A revolving chain of complications, affirmations Passing blame If you're so confident then te