Sitting in the dining room, surrounded by all these fools
Laughing along and putting on, the greatest show they've ever known
But I can't take it anymore, struggling hard to endure

Will this feeling ever subside cause I'm dying inside

Maybe they all feel the same

Maybe I'm just like them
Maybe they're $#&@ ups just like me
Or maybe it might just only be me


Turn it off and shut them out, don't know what they're all about
I like to be alone, left to ponder on my own

They're only faces to me, part of a picture gallery
For a crowd is not company, at least not the one that I need