Paint a picture of the window
So you don't have to ever go outside
Dream about the days that used to be
There's nothing left for you to do but hide
5 o'clock and nothing changes
No one sees the look upon your eyes
On the outside smiling faces
But in the end it's only a disguise
Stealing glances at your neighbor
Do to others as they do to you
Blocking out your intuition
The voices always tell you what to do
Writing letters to a stranger
Their fate you will decide by their reply
Some a warning some a favor
Some of them will simply have to die
I wish that I knew why
The dreams I always had
Had to say goodbye
And I think that if I try
To understand the cause
They wouldn't have to cry
But now I have to find out how
To read between the lines
And satisfy my vow
And when you see me once again
You'll see it's just a game
But noone's left to win
Place a phone call to the paper
Spill your heart and hope they understand
Read your story in the headlines
The media has finally cought their man
No regrets for how you got here
Apathy was always on your side
Countless names and countless faces
Not a tear for any that have died
