by Clarence Bell

Created on: August 29, 2010

All the windows turn to walls.

All the smiles turn to jaws.

All the colors fade away.

All the buses only go halfway.

And all the whispers turn to screams.

And there's no waking from these dreams.

There's only empty houses, empty streets.

Still someone's restraining me.

And am I going crazy?

Can anyone hear me?

I'm sick and tired of being alone.

So many places,

But none of them home.

So many faces,

But I'm still so alone.

And am I starting to crack?

I just want to go back.

To before...

I don't want to be crazy anymore.

All the hope turns to fear.

Every minute is another year.

Every room seems to swallow you,

But no one will admit, they're crazy too

Everything so normal starts to seem so wrong.

And you no longer feel like you belong.

All the transparent people walk on by,

Every word sounds like a lie.

Am I going crazy?

Can anyone hear me?

I'm sick and tired of being alone.

So many places,

But none of them home.

So many faces,

But I'm still so alone.

And am I starting to crack?

I just want to go back.

To before...

I don't want to be crazy anymore.

I don't want to be crazy...

Anymore.

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