Call it what you want
Maybe it's bad luck
I've been waiting for awhile now
It's hard not to feel stuck
If all these people surround me
Why do I feel so alone
I only rent out this space
But im searching for a home
So many people say I've got a heart of stone
I pinched off all the arteries
Im reeping what ive sewn
It was no mistake when I pushed them all away
And those that remain hold a suble distain
But I didn't give them much of a choice
Nobody wants to be with a negative voice
So be happy be happy be happy they said
I grew angry grew angry grewy angry instead
I hate you all for leaving
When I needed you the most
My veins grew cold
When I was treated like a ghost
I convinced myself they did me wrong
But later I found it might have been me all along
Cause like the dead flowers sitting on my window pane
I took all that water and poured it down the drain
So was it me or was it them?
It was probably me
