Every now and then
I turn invisible again
My skin grows thin
And every meaning I spin
Every now and then
I loathe my place
And every minute I waste
And into hiding I haste
Words fly past me
Like glances in the dark
While my words fly past them
Rarely hitting the mark
I don't want to do something
That I might regret
I don't want to be lonely
At least not yet
I don't want to be someone
Who can't pull through
And I don't want just anyone
I want you to follow me
In most areas I find
That I've fallen so far behind
And in others
I barely scratch the surface
Many times I'm glad
To look around and see
That there's no one there but me
And I can release
Words fly past me
Like glances in the dark
While my words fly past them
Rarely hitting the mark
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