Sometimes I'm invisible, I'm nowhere to be seennAnd kick like a tin can in the shape of a mannTrying so hard to break in so I can burst outnPerspectives ever changing leaving me in doubtnnI've got a chronic disorder, I'm balanced betweennThe edge of a razor, trying to cut cleannI've got my eyes on the road, I'm trying to keep steadynI've got my hands on the wheelnI feel, I'm nearly readynnHope that me who's dreaming and that's not me who's screamingnWant to wake up warm in a tattered down tarnnStill for all the killing, there's nobody winningnI want to spit it out, I want to scream and shoutnnLying in the gutter, I heard someone mutternWe'll creep in the shadows trying to get homenLike the swing in the see-saw, hard to keep steadynWith some rearrangingnI feel, I'm nearly readynnSometimes I'm invisible, I'm nowhere to be seennKick like a tin can into a sugared mannHope that me who's dreaming and that's not me who's screamingnI want to wake up warm in a tattered down tarnnnLying in the gutter, I heard someone mutternWe'll creep in the shadows trying to get homenI've got my eyes on the road, I'm trying to keep steadynI've got my hand, my hands on the wheelnI feel, I'm nearly ready