I am an immigrant in my home,
stranger to those to whom I have known

Something is standing in the doorway,
so I scream, Just Go Away

As I stare straight ahead,
it seems as though my mind has fled

People come and then they go,
wondering if their a friend or foe

Suddenly I am alone,
in a place not one can go

As I lay here in my head,
Amongst the living, I am dead