No one knows what I can feel
I feel the cold and the emptiness
In every soul I touch,
But only seldom do I feel joy.
I know of no one who feels what I do,
All are blind, I can see
But what I see should not be seen,
What I hear should not be heard,
What I feel should not be felt
By one who does not feel it.

I am not completely my own,
I belong to all I see.
The memories I have are not my own,
I have stolen them,
Knowing not that I am a theif...

I seem to live through others' eyes
To feel only feelings that come and go.
Faceless and nameless...
People I pass without incident.

Only when I'm alone am I my own.
No one for miles around.
If I'm lucky this happens twice a year.
On these rare days, I think on my own.
Without the assistance of others' ideas.
Alone, I sit in silence
Wondering what this emptiness is.
It seems so peaceful to me.
I am jealous of the others
Who enjoy this peace endlessly
Are the others, whose lives are ruled
By their own feelings,
Somehow more deserving than I?

I have seen many from the inside,
Yet all they see is my outside
What I seem to be
Instead of who I am.

This is a song that is always unheard.
It's a sight unbeheld,
A feeling that none I know can touch.
My dreams hold hope for the future.
Dreams hold for me another dreamer...
One who shares my ways
One who prefers the sea of unspoken language
To the harsh reality of a word
My fantasies hold the person
Who sees through the earth's eyes
And feels the feelings of the world.

My someone is alone, also.
My someone lives life as I do.
Somewhere, my someone exists
With a mind too full
And a heart too empty,
Feeling the way I feel.

If we never meet,
This song will never touch an understanding voice,
All will land on deaf ears
Worthless, except to me,
And I will go on
Living the life I live....
Always the solitary observer.