• I'm telling a story, completely alone
    I stand in my silent home
    As I speak, the walls grow bare
    And nothingness seeps into my hair
    I feel alive, despite the cold
    The words drawn from things I hold
    I hear a voice from deep inside
    Of fears and torments, none can hide
    My heart pounds louder, blocking out
    The yells and jeers that all have shout
    Seeing through the thinning walls
    The crowd begins to hedge my doubts
    The voice inside tells about
    My inner world - it's coming out.