- Reality. You have a bed, you have books, um, a desk, a chair, lamps. Logic. But in this room, you have a door... to the other side. See? Light comes through. It's open just a tiny bit, but it is open. You keep trying to close that door because you're scared. But you won't always be scared
It's like the more I try
The more I seem to be alone
It's like the more you say
The more I believe there's no home
You would look me in the eye
While making up a lie to pretend
That these things were alright
But I know it wasn't what you intend
But I was only five years old
Alone and scared to grow up old
(Alone) Maybe it's too early
Or maybe it's too late
(No home) Maybe she's not hungry
Are you counting her intake?
(Alone) Maybe she's depressed or
Maybe it's a phase
(No home) Maybe it's just something
That we can't explain, huh
It's like the more I try
The more I seem to be alone
It's like the more you say
The more I believe there's no home
You would look me in the eye
While making up a lie to pretend
That these things were alright
But I know it wasn't what you intend
Watching patterns on my wall
I wonder when I'll find my home
(Alone) Maybe it's too early
Or maybe it's too late
(No home) Maybe she's just struggling
Are you watching how she plays?
(Alone) Maybe she's depressed or
Maybe it's a phase
(No home) Maybe it's just something
That we can't explain, huh
It's like the more I try
The more I seem to be alone
It's like the more you say
The more I believe there's no home
You would look me in the eye
While making up a lie to pretend
That these things were alright
But I know it wasn't what you intend
- But in this room, you have a door... to the other side. See? Light comes through. It's open just a tiny bit, but it is open. You keep trying to close that door because you're scared. But you won't always be scared
