No one sees me, asking questions without wanting to know the answer.
No one cares, no one hears, no one notices me.
A book known only by it's cover.


It seems like everyone has got it better,
Is this really what life's supposed to be?


I feel like nothing matters like all sense of purpose
disappears with these walls around me, can't you see, that

it's starting to take it's toll on me.

It seems like everyone has got it better,

Is this really what life's supposed to be?

With this feeling that's burning inside of me, (an aching thirst for recognition).

Do you really think it's better this way, not knowing what life could be?
Shut your eyes, clear your mind and try to see me for what I am, for what I could be.
Run away and escape my mind.



Just a shadow of what you once used to be,

a silent echo of the thoughts deep inside of me.
That mask is not my face, not the real me-
skin and clothes can only hide so much.


It seems like everyone has got it better,
Is this really what life's supposed to be?


With this feeling that's burning inside of me, (an aching thirst for recognition).
Do you really think it's better this way, not knowing what life could be?

Shut your eyes, clear your mind and try to see me for what I am, for what I could be.
Run away and escape my mind.


Pull the curtain.
Stop the charade.