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