I know you
I know all about you
You see things that other people don't see
And it makes you nervous
If your hands would stop shaking
You'd wipe the cold sweat off your brow
It's hard for you to think
But you don't need to very much
Because the voices in your head
Usually tell you what to do
You consider yourself to be invisible
And it's true in a way
Because everybody can see right through you
Other people can even read your thoughts
Although they'll never let you know it for sure
But when you leave the room
Everybody discusses you and then has a good laugh
You used to have some friends
But they don't come around much anymore
Probably because it's hard for them
To keep a straight face in your presence
When you go out you need to be very careful
Thing always seem to happen too fast
If someone accidentally brushes against you
You jerk away in a panic
That you foolishly hope no one will notice
When you go into a place of business
And see a security camera
You try to beam pleasant, innocuous thoughts at it
You make a feeble attempt to be nonchalant
Until you are out of its range
If you see a book or magazine
It usually has a picture of yourself on the cover
One taken by such a camera
These pictures are skillfully retouched
To look like someone else in order to mock you
You never read books or magazines
Because they all contain secret messages
Hidden in multiple layers of meaning
That make you do things you can't remember later
Nights are rough
You stay in your apartment with the shades drawn
And all the lights off, watching television
You keep the sound turned off and try to be very quiet
Because you want everyone to think you're asleep
And all night long, a disembodied voice
In the back of your head sings over and over
"Somewhere, there is a place for us ... "