Call it what you want Maybe it's bad luck I've been waiting for awhile now It's hard not to feel stuck If all these people surround me Why do I feel so alone I only rent out this space But I'm searching for a home So many people say I've got a heart of stone I pinched off all the arteries I'm reaping what I've sewn It was no mistake when I pushed them all away And those that remain hold a subtle disdain But I didn't give them much of a choice Nobody wants to be with a negative voice So be happy be happy be happy they said I grew angry grew angry grew angry instead I hate you all for leaving When I needed you the most My veins grew cold When I was treated like a ghost I convinced myself they did me wrong But later I found it might have been me all along Cause like the dead flowers sitting on my window pane I took all that water and poured it down the drain So was it me or was it them? It was probably me