Stuck here behind the wall
Warm places
Smiling faces
But I can't see it at all

Over here, solitude consumes
The group of friends
The books and pens
But over here, the loneliness fumes

The teacher preached, "It's not fair"
Oh the longing
The dramatic sobbing
Here I sit, forced to stare.

Stuck here behind the wall
Warm places
Smiling faces
But I can't see it at all