Everyone seems to pass by me,
Never seeing and never listening.
I'm just a kicking bag for them to play,
Beating on tattered old me.
They don't see the pieces of white shattering,
The ones who I want to be crumbling away like dust
Dust that flies around me like pack of flies.
So mark me with an X
One that takes up all of me.
There's no good in my heart, no good to do with me
I'm nothing but a broken doll to them,
Nothing but scratch on a disk,
A broken chord on their guitars.
So place an X on my heart,
On the ones who I want to be
I'm no use to them.
And when I disappear,
It's like I was never here.