I don't ask for handouts But I'm always short on change Found 2 bucks and a lighter Might turn it into something great I watch from the windowsill Locked the doors and lost the key I paint pictures on the dry wall Waiting for you to rescue me They say the strong survive, But strength doesn’t pay the rent I traded pride for shelter, Now my soul feels half-spent I hear the neighbors laughing, Through a door I’ll never cross Better to drown in stillness, Than to gamble what I’ve lost The city leaves the weak behind, so I stay hidden I don't beg for answers But I'm always short on peace Traded hours for a promise That never made its way to me I sit quiet in the stairwell My voice keeps me company I draw maps across the ceiling Hoping you might set me free They say the truth brings light, But lies are what keep me fed I see the candles flicker, In a house that isn’t mine The city leaves the weak behind, so I stay hidden Dreams don’t survive the street they stay unforgiven I write my thoughts on walls like I'm in prison The city leaves the weak behind, so I stay hidden
