Just another face in the crowd

Sometimes my inner voice is so loud
picking at the scabs of old wounds
I'm just another face in the crowd
walking, smiling, singing out of tune
So many people around here
and still I am alone
in a madness they fear
will turn me into stone...
But feelings run deep
even deeper than madness
but all the feelings that I keep
all turn into sadness...
I'm just another face in the crowd
hoping, dreaming impossibilities
talking to myself out loud
seeing what no one else sees.