Dead inside

By the window in my home
Home that's not a home at all
Looking down the busy street
As strangers pass, as friends meet

From that window I can see
All the life and all the sins
So much pain and so much greed
Hatred is a growing seed

The screams inside, the cold beyond
There is no freedom from it all
And even if I leave and go
I know I'll never find my home

People won't spare a glance
In direction of my sorrow
As I dance a lonely dance
Becoming broken , jaded, hollow

As I slip between the shades
And as I lose another fight
I know the thing that I become
Is nothing more but dead inside