Behind the one hiding and covered in blanket with face pushed against the wall,
Wear the same t-shirt a week after week, had no chance to hang it out to dry,
Hair hasn’t grown since the day that you know,
Sun hasn’t shine the way that it supposed,
Behind the one hiding and covered in blanket with face pushed against the wall,

And if funny it may seem,
I am tired of smiling,
And it won’t stop by trying,
I am tired and afraid of this sealing,

If I may ask who’s responsible of these colors that ruins my view,
Red won’t go with the green, headaches I suffer because these colors so true,
Hair hasn’t grown since the day that you know,
Sun hasn’t shine the way that it supposed,
If I may ask for a chance to get me brush and paint to recolor the view,

And if funny it may seem,
I am tired of smiling,
And it won’t stop by trying,
I am tired and afraid of this sealing,

Walls are still cold, the fire has left the soul.