Voices carry through my door from accross the hall
Sounds of sorrow and inner torment penetrate the walls
They scream, fight, and argue without ever knowing why
I lock myself in my room and alone in the shadows I cry
My head aches from the intensity of a preacher's voice
Go to church and fake myself without ever really having a choice
My throat stings from a mixture of tears and angry screams 
To outsiders we look happy but nothing is truly as it seems
Stepdad's daughter is just a whore with herpes and a kid
After living with him a decade, I know why she turned out the way she did
Boredom and pain eat me like cancer as I dream of a better place
and think of all the memories I'd do anything to erase
Hug a pillow because noone else is around
I've searched for 15 years but hopelessness is all I've found