Obviously you don't see, how much you mean to me. You're all that I have and all that I need. No longer do I plead. Why can't you understand? I want to be hand in hand. But oh well, I'll just do the same and dwell. Behind my knife I'll hide. Never showing what's inside. I know no one cares, they'll never wanna be there. I'm alone in this darkening place, with each and every passing face. None of them can see, the little shadow that I guess is me. I'm invisible to the naked eye, so instead I sit and cry. No one understands my pain. They know there's nothing I can gain. So until the day I quit, I'll sit and throw my 'selfish' fit.
