I'm sure if these walls could talk
They would just keep to themselves
Just like everybody else
Nobody's voiceless
They just act that way
They just act that way
But how am I supposed to just assume
That everything will fall back into place
With a snap of my fingertips?
I can't explain this hate that I hold
I guess I'm just afraid
I'm sick of feeling so alone
When I'm surrounded by a crowd
I just can't think straight
I'm sick of not knowing where home is
Sick of pretending that I'm homeless
What if I did something crazy?
Like wrap myself in flames
Would that make them want to see me
Or would they laugh right in my face?
What if everything they taught me
Could help me bear this storm?
My basement has always been freezing
But the attic's always warm
I'm sick of feeling so alone
When I'm surrounded by a crowd
I just can't think straight
I'm sick of not knowing where home is
Sick of pretending that I'm homeless
But how am I supposed to just assume
That everything will fall back into place
With a snap of my fingertips?
I can't explain this hate that I hold
Well I guess I'm just afraid
Well I guess I'm just afraid