I don't know how they do it.
I don't know what they see.
Coz everyone's been through it,

Unless it's only me.
They laugh and joke about it,
They don't know how it hurts.

To be the one left out and,
They make you feel like dirt.


Coz am I here?
Please tell me!
It's not quite clear,

Can you see me?

This is me, plain to see.

It's who I am, don't disagree.
From now on, I know just what I want.
It's too late to turn back and I'll just be --

Miserable, invisible.

I try to be pretentious, by wearing stupid clothes,

One thing I didn't mention, is that nobody knows,
The mirror shows a shadow, of me it's just a shell,
And all I feel is sorrow, they drove me into hell.


Coz am I here?
Please tell me!

It's not quite clear,
Can you see me?


This is me, plain to see.
It's who I am, don't disagree.
From now on, I know just what I want.

It's too late to turn back and I'll just be --
Miserable, invisible...


Ahh-ahhh-oh.

I'm bleeding, repeating,

My breathing.
I'm dying! And trying,
To find me!


(Repeated gasps)


This is me, (this is me-e yeah!) plain to see.
It's who I am, don't dis-a-gree!
From now on, (from now on!) I know just what I want.

It's too late to turn back and I'll just be --
Miserable, invisible.