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Sometimes I'm invisible, I'm nowhere to be seen Kicked like a tin can into the shape of a man Trying so hard to break in so I can burst out Perspectives ever changing leaving me in doubt I've got a chronic disorder I'm balanced between The edge of a razor trying to cut clean Got my eyes on the road trying to keep steady Got my hands on the wheel I feel I'm nearly ready Hope that's me who's dreaming and that's not me who's screaming Want to wake up warm and not tattered and torn Still for all the killing there's nobody winning SongtexteI want to spit it out, I want to scream and shout Lying in the gutter I heard someone mutter Creeping the shadows trying to get home Like the swing and the see-saw hard to keep steady But with some rearranging I feel I'm nearly ready Sometimes I'm invisible, I'm nowhere to be seen Kicked like a tin can into a Sugar Ray man Hope that's me who's dreaming and that's not me who's screaming I want to wake up warm and not tattered and torn Lying in the gutter I heard someone mutter Creeping the shadows trying to get home Got my eyes on the road and I'm trying to keep steady Got my hands on the wheel I feel I'm nearly ready Aus Songtexte Mania