I feel...
Nothing...

I stand on the outside looking in,
Watching them all live their lives...

I'm out of reach,
Gone too far to be saved...

Pull my strings
Puppet master...

You don't realise,
You don't know...

What is real and what isn't?
Find it hard to tell sometimes...

Scars.
Scars that cannot be seen...

Feel so sick,
Sick in the head...

Silently screaming.
No-one will know...

So much I want to say
To you...

I still miss you,
Even now...

People love, people hate,
People live, people die...