Iím watching life
pass me by, feeling the lure of who I used to be.
Trapped in my world of pain and distortion, Iím the one you
choose not to see.
I remember when I was just like you, I remember when I was free
Now Iím 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, Iíd 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 itís all in my head.
But you canít see the scars.
You donít feel the dull throb, the piercing fire that rips
through my brain.
Your mind doesnít 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?
Iím the one you choose not to see, youíre the one I can never
I miss my old life, I miss the world where I didnít 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.
Iím counting the seconds until the struggle will cease.
Iím waiting for my time to come,
The time when I can just be.
Iím waiting for the end.
When I get to be me.