You walk around the halls staring,
as if, I’m some kind of a display.
Not daring to look into my eyes,
staying on the outside.
Are you afraid of what lies within?
Do you not care enough to delve deeper,
under the surface into my soul?
Why do you stare, why do you judge,
if you don’t really care?

I’m not a display, I don’t need your quick glances.
I hear the whispers of conversation,
criticizing, analyzing, not really knowing.
Will you ever stop to consider the way I feel?

I don’t need your sorry looks.
I don’t want your pity.
I’m not here to dwell over the past.
I’m over it.

You can stop the whispering, the prying eyes.
You don’t need to know the details, she died and that’s all.
How can I move on, when you don’t let me forget?

My heart has turned to stone.
Feel neither hot nor cold.
Life is just a long empty corridor, leading nowhere.
The day she left us was the day my world turned black and white.

I’m tired of it all.
Why won’t you just leave me alone?
Is that too much to ask?
The staring, the gossiping, is taking a toll,
you’re ripping me apart from within.
What’s left of me anyways…