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Sitting in the dining room, surrounded by all these fools
Laughing along and putting on, the greatest show theyve ever known
But I cant take it anymore, struggling hard to endure
Will this feeling ever subside cause Im dying inside

Maybe they all feel the same
Maybe Im just like them
Maybe theyre fuck ups just like me
Or maybe it might just only be me

Turn it off and shut them out, dont know what theyre all about
I like to be alone, left to ponder on my own
Theyre only faces to me, part of a picture gallery
For a crowd is not company, at least not the one that I need