You want it you want it so badly So what's the point then if you're gonna get shot downWhen 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