I wake up every morning, the sun shining bright, But my eyes don't see it, it's like I don't have any sight. I listen to the birds chirp, I listen to the cars roar, But to me, the cars are just toys, and the birds never soar.
I get ready, and hope to meet those familiar faces that I see everyday, But they don't see me, they don't have anything to say. I expect at least you to look at me, to ask me how I feel today, But you laugh with them, as I pass away.
I come back to the place I call home, But I don't find solace, I don't feel at home, at home. I eat what I am made of, the star stuff we all are, And look into the sky to see my relatives, all afar.
I try to do my work, with my world falling apart, It seems fruitless, none the less, just like a castle of cards. One tiny push, And they fall apart.