I am all alone,
even though I am standing in a crowd.

No one can hear me,
because they are too busy
being popular.

When I am here,
they just ignore me.
When I speak,
they just laugh.

They are blindfolded
by trying
to be someone they are not.

When I am here,
no one can see me.
I am kind of invisible,
but I am not really hiding.

They go on with their talk,
surrounded,
on their little island.
Do not even notice the world outside.

It hurts me,
that it has to be this way.

No one by my side,
but I manage to fight the tears.
But I can not forget the wounds inside.

I am tougher than the rest,
standing here all alone.

I want to let go of this place,
and make an end.

It is tough,
got no scars to show.

They hope to see me crawl,
they hope to see me fall.

If I leave this place,
I will leave no trace.
Because I know,
they don’t care.

To them,
I do not matter,
I do not even exist.

They just follow the rest,
trying not to be the outsider.
Well, I do not really care,
I am leaving them out of my life,
anyhow, anyway.

They do not realise
how foolish they are.
No one is independent enough,
struggling to fit in.

Well hey,
I would rather go on,
being all alone.

Just being me.

Because I am not the one,
who is living a life based on a lie.

(2003)