Sitting in the dining room, surrounded by all these fools
Laughing along and putting on, the greatest show theyve ever known
But I cant take it anymore, struggling hard to endure
Will this feeling ever subside cause Im dying inside
Maybe they all feel the same
Maybe Im just like them
Maybe theyre f** ups just like me
Or maybe it might just only be me
Turn it off and shut them out, dont know what theyre all about
I like to be alone, left to ponder on my own
Theyre only faces to me, part of a picture gallery
For a crowd is not company, at least not the one that I need