The Nobodies - Marilyn Manson

Why is it that sometimes I feel like the world ignores me?

Why is it that there are days when the sun shines and I feel cold inside?

Why is it that I feel lonely when I'm surrounded with other people?

Why is it that I take refuge in my animals when nothing else cheers me up?

Why is it that I feel this way, when that special place is empty?

Why is it that I love so many things and cannot have even one of them?

Why is it that loving and understanding Beauty as I do brings me such a heartache?

Why is it that I feel as a spectator watching The World?

So many questions that litter my soul, trouble my heart and veil my mind...