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