Vestibule

Standing in the vestibule, oh please don't give me that look you know i hate the view

Charmless but harmless, but yes i love you and no you don't care and you never will i've lost all my will

Walking home maybe i think i'm happy i stagger uncontrollably, I cry out "why don't you love me" the darkness can't hear me and it never will

Another "one" passes me by, a hundred times better than the last one, and only I know how rare they are

No one contemplates me joining or leaving because to you I was never there "Your the best and I really care" "Maybe I am and no you don't"

A dark figure arrives, but goes when it sees me a cold heart stays and fufills when it hates me

Swinging in the vestibule, please dont give me that look you know its too late for me to see you.