Nothing is real,
and I can't seem to feel.
Empty, vacant, distant.
I'm cold, alone, resistant.
I look around me
but there's nothing there to see.
I can't even try,
as the world passes me by.
Something's happened, but I don't know what.
I've been cut.
Cut from myself, cut from my life.
A cut to my heart, a cut with my knife.
I can't see, I've been blinded.
Everyone was absentminded
to the needs of me.
I'll never be free.
I'm seeing stars.
As much as I run, I won't go far.
What's happening,
what's happening to me?
It happened spontaneously.
Nothing is real,
what happened to me?