we sat in separate rooms for the best part of our lives
learning to talk through the floorboards,
shoot daggers through open doors,
hold my breath from upsetting the dust,
trust that you'd do the same.
i never knew how to help you
you never knew that i wanted to
we felt unwelcome
living in a stranger's home
for the best part of our lives

I watch him eating his dinner
while he digests
it devours him from the inside
the unwelcome guest
they sit together to watch tv
every programme chosen to forget
what no one wants to talk about
the unwelcome guest
he never knew when it moved in
but we're way beyond eviction
they will share that armchair
for the rest of their lives

I can't be vulnerable anymore.  

Society seems to hate what I stand for.

People always say they have an open door.

But it's closed when I come around.

Mankind only listens to what they want to  

Thick skulls I just can't break through.

They can’t see life through my point of view.

Listen, you could be hating someone you love.

Kids feeling like acceptance is something they aren't deserving of

Makes them feel like something they can't control makes you stand above.

But we all are created equal.

The words you say to those that are different can be lethal.

You preach words god didn’t say then pray under that steeple.

God said love thy neighbor, you don’t pick and choose.

The past is the past, it's time to stop the mental abuse.

More people to suicide, we don’t need to lose.

This house is made of ice.
A gelid, brass interior awaits me with wicked vice.

Stepping through the frozen doors,
I fall into my own homely grave.
A familiar capsule with silky floors.

Paintings hang upon each wall,
Lifeless and disturbed.
Although, the images do utter one final whisper before tightening the noose—
“Beware of the abominable master of abuse.”

I wish to float,
As with each step the rivers of blood in my feet howl.
Icicles pierce through my soles;
Daggers with a bright smile...

I am only ever welcomed into this house of ice
With a vast iniquitous price.

I am repaying my
wounded soul a visit

A distant voice tells me
“I am no longer welcome here”

your prestige and glamour
have grown too much
so many people bow down to you but
you can’t see your own feet.
expect me unwelcome
to your golden throne
i’ll raise your prices
flat iron my tongue to make you happy
rhythmize my lips so they sway
to the beat of my hips,
to the music of love
                                  love
                                             love

Sadness needs no invitation
no open house
or big party
sadness shows up on your doorstep
whenever it chooses
4am on a snowy night
or 3pm on a sunny day
It has no reason or rhyme sometimes
It just seeks you out
and decides to crash on your couch
an unwelcome guest, sadness is
often overstaying any welcome given

You can move homes
You can run away
but sadness is quite the detective
even in the best hiding spots
it will eventually seek you out
and invite itself back into your life

Do you ever feel lonely?
Ever feel like the everyone else
Has this life, planned out
But you’re just wondering

Like a lost soul,
Trying to find you’re place,
But never finding it,
Never finding where you fit in,

Never finding the place
Where you feel just right,
Like you’re just stumbling
In the night,

See even if I found my place,
I’d probably still feel unwelcome,
That’s just how I think now.