Why do I feel like I'm the outcast looking in?
Feel my way in the darkness
Edge my way inside on the outskirts of town
All I see is empty glares and hostile mouths
They hang around me like sicking thoughts
Thoughts I can't bring myself to stare at
Look at in the eye
Why do I see raised voices and hear fights?
The slurred hatred whirling around me
Like a terrifying realisation
A living nightmare
In which I must play my part
Why are you walking away?
Or does that not count?
Are they just words with no purpose?
Silent threats lay in your eyes
Tipping over the edge
I hate the words
I hate their meaning
I hate the way people make me feel