I started to feel rough as soon as I walked in
I could tell that they were staring at me, talking about me behind my back
I don’t know why, I haven't done anybody anything wrong.
Now I just need to get out, I feel like throwing up.
I don’t think you can see what is going on with me
I don’t think that you can hear the words that echo in my ear
I don’t think you can tell that I’m feeling so unwell
I don’t think you’re aware, even though you stand and stare
I'm in a state of confusion,
I’m all mixed up about what’s real and what’s just illusion
I’m looking everywhere for a solution
I need to draw some sort of conclusion
I don’t think you care about the things that give me grievous doubt
I don’t believe you want me to do what I sure I need to
I don’ think that you mind that life is treating me unkind
I don’t think you want to know, you just want me to turn around and go
I’m overwhelmed by confusion
I can’t work out what’s real and what’s just illusion
I’m getting desperate to find a solution
Maybe I need a brain transfusion
Can you stand to look at me and see what I have come to be?
Can you stand to hear my voice when I cannot make a choice?
Can you stand to see my pain as my life runs into the drain?
Can you bear to taste the fear that’s been haunting me all this year?
Confusion!
What is real, what’s just illusion?