Losing grip

Are you aware of what you make me feel, baby. Right now I feel invisible to you, like I'm not real, didn't you feel me lock my arms around you, why'd you turn away? Here's what I have to say, I was left to cry there, waiting outside there, grinnind with a lost stare, that's when I decided, why should I care, cuz you weren't there when I was scared, I was so alone, you you need to listen, I'm starting to trip, I'm losing my grip, and I'm in this thing alone...