Bad Words - Cheridomingo

There I am perched in my corner

These walls are my company

Well i’m hoping and waiting that somewhere there’s a feeling

I can’t seem to find

I am a color on a palette of others

That don’t go well with me

Guys (guys) did you see that I left?

I (I) don’t think they noticed

I (I) am sick of staring at fake faces

«I don’t need them»

Repeated over and over to myself past a street corner

Well I’m hoping and waiting that somewhere there’s a person

A friend I can call mine

I am a vagrant wandering through other groups of faces

Guys (guys) did you see that I left?

I (I) don’t think they noticed

I (I) am sick of staring at fake faces

I long for a place where I can feel like I belong

Because even in this crowded room I feel so, I feel so

I feel so alone

Someway somehow

I’ll find home