I’m watching life
pass me by, feeling the lure of who I used to be.
Trapped in my world of pain and distortion, I’m the one you
choose not to see.
I remember when I was just like you, I remember when I was free
to dream.
Now I’m stuck in this world and the dream is no more.
All I have is this infernal war.
Look at me.
Do I seem happy? Do I seem sad?
I am nothing.
If I had the energy, I’d like to just be.
To be without the pain, to be without the fear,
To be without the never-ending torture.
To be me.
Look at me.
You say that it’s all in my head.
But you can’t see the scars.
You don’t feel the dull throb, the piercing fire that rips
through my brain.
Your mind doesn’t reverberate with every thought you have.
Could you ever understand? Could you ever sympathise?
You prefer to judge, you choose to criticise.
Will anybody rescue me? Where is my white knight?
Is anybody in my corner? Does anybody support my fight?
Or are you happy in your bubble?
Am I too much trouble?
I’m the one you choose not to see, you’re the one I can never
be.
I miss my old life, I miss the world where I didn’t hurt.
But this is my new life, in this world there is always hurt.
In this world I must suffer, struggle to survive.
I live in this hell, towards the end I can only strive.
One day it will end, one day I will have peace.
I’m counting the seconds until the struggle will cease.
I’m waiting for my time to come,
The time when I can just be.
I’m waiting for the end.
When I get to be me.
