The air is cold today,
but i'm safe in this jacket.
The steets are empty,
But I can still hear the racket.
The cars and the life,
The things I cant see.
I can hear the commuters,
but they can't hear me.

Like a ghost in public,
almost invisible.
The feeling it gives me
is so inexplicable.
I'm almost happy,
That I'm left in peace.
But it starts to  become eerie,
these empty streets.

I begin to wonder,
'Is anyone there?'.
I'm starting to feel,
that I'm in someones glare.
Should I look back?
or is it just me?
If anyone's there,
do I really want to see?

I hear the footsteps,
The feeling of fear.
Someone's really there
and there getting near.
Is it all in my mind?
Surely they're just walking.
Are the following me?
Or is it my brain talking?

The day is clear,
But the fog is so intense.
It's not something I can see,
but it's something that I sense.

Grasping my brain,
distorting every thought.
It causes no pain,
but I cant remember things before.

It becomes unclear,
the times it was all ok.
Was I once happy?
or was it always this way.

Like old worn videos,
the memories are fading.
Do I really remember,
or is it just another daydream.