I'll sit in my room singing to no one. Play in the rain so everyone can see. I exist. I do. You don't see me but I'm here. Always here. I gotta do these things to me feel real. For truth, I'm fading. I know it's true. Why else would people look right through you? It's okay though. Keep on looking right through me please. Some times I don't want to exist. Yeah I know. How passe... how droll. Yeah... you just judge. I'll be here, right here while you're over there telling me how to be. Maybe I'm happy being unhappy? I don't want to die. I just don't want to exist anymore. There nothing wrong with that though. Right? Yeah...