He closed the door so he couldn’t see The outside world that he just escaped He hopes and prays that he could be free From this world he just hates So much… so much He sits and stares at the cockroach that eats On the floor, where he sleeps And he dreams… of those golden streets Where he knows he could be so much, so much So much Storms roll by Darkness slips up behind All these walls He has built inside They keep him strong But still, he cries So much, so much They left him out In the cold They saw it wasn’t Working anymore So they made him Try on his own With no ambition No direction home So much Storms roll by Darkness takes his mind He’s lost control And never will he hide Behind those walls They’ve been crushed By time He trades his soul In hopes that he can find So much, so much [lead guitar]
