I see my life passing by
Looking through the eyes of a stranger
Onto something that use to be mine.
I feel control slipping away from me,
Falling, crumbling
Into an eternity...
I see people I once knew
Look at me and sigh,
As if to say, "that poor girl, look at her now"
Feeling sorry for me
As though they know or care about
What I am going through...
I see it moving out of my grasp
Escaping me as though
It was never really mine,
Moving just beyond my reach
Away to a place where nothing will be the same again,
To where my life is not mine...
