these four walls have never felt like home
all I hear is the screaming
and once again I’m reminded I’m all alone
not enough sweet words to make the flowers grow
they hear what is said to me and they shrivel up and die
sometimes I want to join them, but all I can do is cry
I bandage myself up, and smile through the pain
the gardens have stopped growing within me
they are all unkept
they died within me a long time ago ...