Talking to the hall of walls
They don't respond, yet I keep talking till I get an answer
Sometimes, they disappear in plain sight
Into their own stories that are in the light
Yet, I think the walls are still here
Casting a shadow over me, there

I'm dissatisfied with my walls of pictures
They aren't talking back to me like they used to
They're making me feel alone and scared for how my future
Is going to look like too

All they do is ignore me
I'm simply m-u-t-t-e-r-i-n-g
Walking through the hall of walls
It's slowly turning to halls of walls as everyday goes by
I'm taking turns that get me lost and frustrated
Nobody is hearing my voice
They won't listen
Ignoring is overrated
My voice is “too soft to hear"
Yet, apparently "everyone” has an open ear

Knocking on the walls simply won't work
They're too cooped up in lala land
Or maybe they're cooped up between the walls of a bottle and a cork
Or they may be busy day dreaming about making a band to make a couple of bands

Whatever it is
I hope they'd stop dreaming
Just so they could talk to me and I could talk to them