They look at me like I’m invisible,
And don’t want them to see him, I want them to see me…
They look at me like I’m invisible,
I don’t want to be him, I just want to be me…
The door just closed, I'm back on the street back on the road
No longer a number, no longer a code no longer security to call my home
My ticket to bricky the life that I know got ripped into pieces right back at the door me & myself & jokez & my clothes a ticket for Scotland a place I don’t know
The land of the free but I felt so alone everyday is a challenge to manage cold
I don’t even know how to manage a phone except to check my balance is gone
Didn’t have friends, just the voice in my head, I didn’t have funds, put the beans on the bread I didn’t have nothing to toast it instead so I’d eat it and picture a roast in my head.
Days go by without the pills I’m getting withdrawals it’s making me ill the shakes, the sweats the freezing cold chills are making it difficult to see what is real I pray for a miracle, with minutes I kill Mr. invisible in this cynical world
Getting closer to physically killing myself, I know I need that medicinal help.
The symptom’s are mad as I'm travelling back the relapse I’m having is making me blank a doctors appointment that I never had I just stand at the desk and I cry like I’m mad I cry like a man…
Cos I know from the moment I’ve shaken his hand…
They look at me like I’m invisible,
And I don’t want them to see him, I want them to see me…
They look at me like I’m invisible,
I don’t want to be him, I just want to be me…
I went to the dole and I swallowed my pride, I’ve been looking for work but they say that I’ve lied couldn’t think of a place I hadn’t applied I could swear on my life I swear that I tried to work in a shop or to work on the side but the CV only consisted of crime so when they look at me they see me inside Mr. invisible, a criminal mind.
The search for employment has all been pointless they look in my book they look disappointed they sanction my money and made an appointment tell me to come back next week and he pointed right to door with escape right above it, maybe that’s fate or maybe its nothing or maybe relates to whatever’s coming. Or going depends on the way that’s its running
no food , no credit , no gas or electric a freezing cold house just cos I'm dyslexic
my writings pathetic unless its poetic so all of the forms I fill get rejected
no money to pay for this flat that I’ve rented, I couldn’t look back as they reposed it, don’t know where my journey is destined, Mr. invisible stuck at a dead end,
Hungry and homeless I lost all my focus walked with my bag on my shoulders
Hit me for 6 now its over, I sit and I speak to Daniel and joker and weigh up the options back to crime, back to psychosis, suicide another door that’s been opened
Cos if I went back to prison or died at this moment I don’t think anyone would notice


They look at me like I’m invisible,
And don’t want them to see him, I want them to see me…
They look at me like I’m invisible,
I don’t want to be him, I just want to be me…

I’d found a car smashed the window I reached inside to steal the rope,
Now I’ve found quiet spot I'm alone tied it up to a tree then round my throat
I said good bye to the world I know I said good by the world I don’t
I jumped from the branch and it broke, I was born again jokez

They look at me like I’m invisible,
And don’t want them to see him, I want them to see me…
They look at me like I’m invisible,
I don’t want to be him, I just want to be me…