It's lonely here, surrounded by all these people,

watching dreams around me shatter.

I'm here, standing in the crowd, but no one notices.

And when tears toll down my checks

they turn invisible to everyone else.

I'm here, kneeling on the ground, but no one cares.

So I'll pull that old mask out from the closet

and place it one this misplaced face.

I'm here, sitting alone, but everyone turns their back.

If there's a reason why I'm here alone

won't you tell me what it is.

I'm here, laying on the cold floor, and my soul is dead.