You can’t see me - I see you
You can’t be me - I see through
copy of myself where is the flesh and bone
It’s crowded here yet I feel so alone
not mad not happy but stuck in a zone
scattered are the thoughts and the way they roam
no purpose no future no hope no plan
playing my part - shaking hands with the man
doing my smile doing my dance…but it all feels meaningless
looking in their eyes you can tell they’re clones
mannequin style we only meet their phones
how do we move, when our legs are stone
I know my thoughts andthey are my own
just taking this ride or my covers blown.