It doesn’t matter if they don’t see that
You might see it, I might see it.
I still suffer. Other people still suffer.
The system goes on and people still sleep
while I sit here and just weep
for a life that was never meant to be
and all the pain falls on me
and I don’t know how long to stay
because even then it’s not my say.
I am nothing and will never be
anything other than what they see