invisible
Somebody asked me
If I changed my name
Would things be different
Born in a world
Where everything's out of reach
If you're different
If they see you doing better they'll drag you down
Say it's better if you stick to the crowd
Play you like a violin until you drown
Been writing this song since I was little
10 years later I'm still in the middle
Screaming so loud but they don't wanna hear my voice
If I had
Skin like milk and
Hair like honey
Then I wouldn't be
So invisible
If I had a bag full of money
An American passport
Then I wouldn't be
So invisible
Somebody asked me
If I changed my name
Would things be different
Born in a world
Where everything's out of reach
If you're different
Daydreamed on the streets of an Indian city
Traveled in turbulence heart of a hippie
Proved myself with blood sweat and tears
The doors keep closing even though I keep pushing
I don't understand why they keep resisting
Standing my ground now I'm losing my balance
I'm not trying to play the victim
Just sick of never being picked
If I had
Skin like milk and
hair like honey
Then I wouldn't be
So invisible
If I had a bag full of money
An American passport
Then I wouldn't be
So invisible
If I changed my name
Would things be different
Born in a world
Where everything's out of reach
If you're different
If they see you doing better they'll drag you down
Say it's better if you stick to the crowd
Play you like a violin until you drown
Been writing this song since I was little
10 years later I'm still in the middle
Screaming so loud but they don't wanna hear my voice
If I had
Skin like milk and
Hair like honey
Then I wouldn't be
So invisible
If I had a bag full of money
An American passport
Then I wouldn't be
So invisible
Somebody asked me
If I changed my name
Would things be different
Born in a world
Where everything's out of reach
If you're different
Daydreamed on the streets of an Indian city
Traveled in turbulence heart of a hippie
Proved myself with blood sweat and tears
The doors keep closing even though I keep pushing
I don't understand why they keep resisting
Standing my ground now I'm losing my balance
I'm not trying to play the victim
Just sick of never being picked
If I had
Skin like milk and
hair like honey
Then I wouldn't be
So invisible
If I had a bag full of money
An American passport
Then I wouldn't be
So invisible
Credits
Writer(s): Varsha Srikanthan
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