Call it what you want maybe it's bad luck I've been waiting for a while now it's hard to not feel stuck If all these people surround me why do I feel so alone? I only rent out this place but I'm searching for a home. So many people say I have a heart of stone I've pinched off all the arteries I'm reaping what I've sewn It was no mistake when I pushed them all away In hopes that we may hold a subtle distain But I didn't give them much of a choice Nobody wants to be with a negative voice So be happy be happy be happy they said I grew angry grew angry grew angry instead I hate you all for leaving when I needed you the most My veins grew cold when I was treated like a ghost I convinced myself that they did me wrong but later I found out it might have been me all along Because like the dead flowers sitting on my window pane I took all that water and flushed it down the drain So was it me or was it them? It was probably me..