I see my hands,
   They’re disappearing,
        And my arms,
             They’re turning clear.
                    My legs are fading slowly.
                               Before I know it,
                                         I’m not here.

                                       I try to shout,
                                  But hear no bellow.
                                      I try to scream,
                                       But not a cry.
                                        My being is
                                        i n v i s i b l e
                               And I have no idea why.

                                                           ­                        No one else
                                                                ­   Seems to see me.
                                                             ­                     And no one else
                                                            ­       Seems to care.
                                                           ­  The people who are near me
                                                              ­    Walk through me like I’m
                                                                ­                     a   i   r.

                                        How I’ve left
                                     Is but a mystery.
                                       Why I’ve left
                                      I do not know.
                   The main question on my mind is

                   where
                                   did
                                                  I
                                                             go?

You're supposed to feel stupid now
Crying out of pain
Single with a lonely heart
Or dating someone plain
But now I see you with this girl
With whom I can't compete
Smiling like you're happy now
As if you feel complete
Forgive me for my bitterness,
The daggers in my eyes
But I realize all your hopeful words
Were just conveying lies
See, you once would call me beautiful
And after me you chased
Then you dumped me, left me all alone
And now I've been replaced?

I have myself convinced
that my heart
has a limited amount
of repairs.
That after the seventh time
it is broken,
there will be no way
to fix it.
I don’t trust
its durability.
But I am the owner
and the repairman.
And if I say it will get fixed,
it will get fixed.
Lifetime guaranteed.