Observers Defeated
You want it you want it so badly
So what’s the point then if you’re gonna get shot down
When I look at you at least pretend that you see me
It’s just a matter of principle
I’m just tired of spending my whole life invisible
Sitting there surrounded by others
When you look like that / with a face like that
You know it’s natural
I smile but we both know that it’s pitiful
‘cause when I stand before you I’m invisible
What’s the point then
Defeated they say that in the morning it will be all right
But I doubt that in the morning it with be all right
What’s the point of feeling when there is nothing to touch
