words spoken monotones
Thereæ¯ violence in your pretty homes
Unfaded memories of the times we used to play
No colors anymore
Thereæ¯ laughter locked outside the door
The trucks go rolling by on the freeways just behind you
Itæ¯ a self-fulfilling catastrophe
Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Watch your problems disappear
And then reappear as mine
Come take a look at me
Iæ¦ the poster boy for sympathy
I can't find my way out of this place Iæ³e spent my life
Some things we never tell
Looking back it's just as well
No comfort from anyone
A frightened child with no place to run
Can you hear me calling out your name?
Calling out but nobody's there
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