In this faceless crowd I wish would disappear
Or I wish I become invisible
I don't want to be here
I rather poke my eyes
With a plastic fork
For they are burnt from the solitude
I am experiencing at the moment
But it's in the insides
They can't see that it grows
As I feel inadquate like a stranger
And this pain has been around all my life
I am surprised that no one has found out
Why would they?
They're too busy being happy