As I walk I hear laughter in the background,
and standing here I wonder why it's not mine.
Looking back at life,
it was always okay...
Just okay?
You read books and wonder why that person isn't you.
The great, the fame.
It's always the same,
and they're all oblivious the the rest...
Only oblivious?
Standing numb, I wonder why I can't feel the heartache,
but then I recall it was touched with numbness,
so does that mean I can't feel anything?
As I walk, I see the shadow of my fate...
Is it just a shadow?
Dreams surround, blocking out the sound.
In the mist, a light shines through
but then you see it was only a glint of the eye,
an eye of no one, an equal...
Only an equal?
And as I stand here,
I weep to find I'm all alone.
The passers can't see me,
because I'm invisible...
invisible...?
Maybe if I turn, turn down a different path
things would be different.
Take a different course
and watch the world....
Just watching
The different road is that of a stranger.
Take and eye or a bucket of gold,
cruel and unusual,
Do I belong here...?
Belonging where?
When I face the world alone,
I'll sense the presence of a twinge.
What's happening, I thought I was alone?
Is there someone...?
Just someone?
Maybe it's my eyes tuning out the other way,
or my head in a different stay,
but I swear that I had felt that before.
So long ago, so lost...
Lost forever?
Feelings seem to have been so long ago,
only the dark feeling's that had showed.
Now it's safe, don't be afraid to come out.
The shell is nothing but a coating...
Only a coating.
As I stare, I feel the stare press back.
So strange,
so new.
But it isn't new, even I know that, so why is it so different...?
Not new...but different?
Feelings of color and sensation,
I'm dreaming,
I have to be.
This is not the life I was meant to live...
Meant to live what then?
The world is uplifted,
the shadow becomes less dark.
Good thing or bad?
Maybe it's good...
Just maybe?
As if the world is ending,
The skies become the nightmare.
Dark and darker, those are the days,
the days I remember so well...
Always remember them so well.
The knife is out,
and the damage is done.
The world is nothing more than game.
The pain....the sane...
Both apart of me.
Oh, but I am not done.
The game was apart of me,
always I lose, and always you win.
This time it'll change...
Change for the worse.
The hatred of life,
the oft' new comings,
This time you'll cry,
when you find yourself alone.
All alone.
