Next to a family of six, I stand alone.
Reminded of sins for which I have yet to atone.
Unseen, unheard, only a lost spirit in your lives.
It’s your sister, daughter, the one who fakes the smiles.

Can’t you see? Are you blind?
Look at me! I’m going out of my mind!
Physically there but never at home.
The only thing I can do is to roam.

To walk the halls of this enormous house,
with no need to be quiet as a mouse.
You wouldn’t notice me anyway,
I’m a night owl and a ghost during the day.

You talk about me when I’m not there,
yet those words still leave a trace.
Why don’t you just grow a pair
and say it to my fucking face?

You blame me for not joining your games,
and those are the moments I think of the flames!
Flames and fire, metal...