Sometimes I'm invisible I’m nowhere to be seenKicked like a
tin can into the shape of a manTrying so hard to break in so I
can burst outPerspectives ever changing leaving me in
doubtI've got a chronic disorder I'm balanced
betweenThe edge of a razor trying to cut cleanGot my eyes on the
road trying to keep steadyGot my hands on the wheelI feel
I'm nearly readyHope that's me who's dreaming and
that's not me who's screamingWant to wake up warm and
not tattered and tornStill for all the killing there's
nobody winningWant to spit it out want to scream and shoutLying
in the gutter I heard someone mutterCreeping the shadows trying
to get homeLike the swing and the see- saw hard to keep
steadyBut with some rearrangingI feel I'm nearly
readySometimes I'm invisible I’m nowhere to be seenKicked
like a tin can into a Sugar Ray manHope that's me
who's dreaming and that's not me who’s screamingWant
to wake up warm and not tattered and tornLying in the gutter I
heard someone mutterCreeping the shadows trying to get homeGot
my eyes on the road trying to keep steadyGot my hands on the
wheelI feel I'm nearly ready
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