nothing is real
these feelings i have
are not my feelings
this is not my life

i talk to people but they don't hear what i'm saying
i work on things that are so important to me
but no one even knows
there's nothing i can say
no way to explain

all these people around me ...
who is standing in my place?
who is speaking my words?
who is thinking my superficial thoughts?

i am invisible
all my inner dreams are a rehearsal of
a play within a play

i'm trying to follow the thread
but it just goes nowhere

everything i say out loud is
instantly contrived, dated, calculated,
not the real me

this is a story of a life
through the looking glass