Invisible

Comett

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I'm invisible wandering like a ghost
I'm invisible, I am full of doubts
It’s impossible, when you aren’t special
I'm invisible, please shot me down

Always scared to fail, I measure all my words
Sometimes I lose myself, in a tiny box
I should reset my brain, and start all over
I got to escape, there’s no way out

And I want you see me, and I want for good
And I want you me, and I want you see me for good

I am like trashes, yes trashes, on the floor, on the floor
I am like trashes, yes trashes, on the floor, on the floor
I wanna shout out

I am too sensible when you talk to me
I am too sensible, stuck in my body
It’s impossible, you want to be loved
By a pure angel, I'm just flesh and bones

I am like trashes, yes trashes, on the floor, on the floor
I am like trashes, yes trashes, on the floor, on the floor

It’s almost like a tragedy
Or maybe just a comedy
Invisible, tortured soul, impossible, tortured soul
It’s almost like a tragedy
Or maybe just a comedy
Invisible, tortured soul, impossible, tortured soul

In your soul, in your soul, in your soul

Je ne sens plus rien comme je suis presque invisible