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