It got to a point where symbols were meaningless.
Like you never had a pain of your own
Harder to explain.
You told them you were fine
You told them you can cross the road.
But here you are, a deer in the headlights,
A ghost on the street, cars
Roaming by you,
Passing through you,
Your transparency hurting
More than any other real wound.
You told them you can do this,
But in the same time
You had no idea what this is
Or what to do means. You told them you've lived through harder times
But you have never ever been