I am optimistic, psychic
I wonder what's going on
I hear the universal consciousness
I see starlight eyes
I want to disappear
I am never really hear

I pretend I have a life

I feel tortured daily

I touch the death's of my mind

I worry I'll die too soon

I cry misrepresented image

I am never really here

I understand that earth is full of slaves

I say something, but yet nothing
I dream of other peoples' lives
I try to forget about something that shouldn't have happened
I hope to see this through
I am never really hear