words spoken monotones There's violence in your pretty homes Unfaded memories of the times we used to play No colors anymore There's laughter locked outside the door The trucks go rolling by on the freeways just behind you It's 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 I'm the poster boy for sympathy I can't find my way out of this place I've 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