i don't want to speak a word to a single face
no, i don't feel like talking, just getting away
i need to just get out of this place
i'm sick of seeing all the wrong people
sick of the rats, the snakes, and the weasels
i'm starting to think i made the wrong choice
as i comb my thoughts, searching for my voice
i guess i probably should not go back home
i mean, maybe i really am better off alone
or maybe i'll just go to a place that i don't know
i guess it won't matter when i've turned to stone
