I don't think I'm real anymore
no one seems to see me
as I wander on, alone
my path undefined, my eyes blind
and maybe the problem isn't me
but who they want me to be
all I wanted was to be kind
I don't think they're real anymore
I never truly knew them
as they wandered on, tethered
Their path defined, their mind blind
and maybe the problem wasn't them
but the way we condemn
someone's worth to luck in which they find
When you open your mind and close off your eyes,
Can you see the universe or do you just go blind
If no one sees me, am I really there?