I write this alone on my bed   I've poisoned every room in the house   The place is quiet and so alone   Pretend there's something worth waiting for      There's nothing nice in my head   The adult world took it all away   I wake up with same spit in my mouth   I cannot tell if it is real or not      I try and walk in a straight line   An imitation of dignity   From despair to where   From despair to where      Outside open mouthed crowds   Pass each other as if they're drugged   Down pale corridors of routine   Where life falls unatoned      The weak kick like straw   Till the world means less and less   Words are never enough   Just cheap tarnished glitter      I try and walk in a straight line   An imitation of dignity   From despair to where   From despair to where      A cripple walks in a straight line   An imitation of dignity   From despair to where   From despair to where