I walk streets alone, marching with ghosts
They see me, but I tell myself
They can't.
Seven Billion ghosts,
But you're the only one who
Doesn't stare
And you’re the only one who
Doesn't see.

The first night there was nothing in my bed
One by one, all the dirt piles piled
Now my blanket is made of woven grass
My pillow is crowded with daisy chains

A black-n-white world, now raining rainbows,
‘Till blush blooms on the faces of the dead
A kaleidoscope girl, fading far’way,
‘Till her raw red eyes grow distant and cold.

I march streets alone, walking with people
They don’t see me; I tell myself
They can.
Billions of people,
But you’re the only one who
Stares at me
You’re the only one
To see me
For me.