I've seen life through a hole in the wall
Hope left the room but was never there at all
The lampshade hangs to one side
Phone rings but no one's there to answer the call
Somehow watching life
I feel like a peeping Tom
They say it's all ok
But somehow it feels wrong
I can see the paint and textures
I'm the one thing that doesn't belong
It's not me in this skin
This is someone else I'm living in