Self-Fullfilling Catastrophe Letra

Words spoken monotonesThere's violence in your pretty homesUnfaded memories of the times we used ot playNo colors anymoreThere's laughter locked outside the doorThe trucks go rolling byOn the freeways just behind youIt's a self-fulfilling catastropheSometimes I give myself the creepsWatch your problems disappearAnd then reappear as mineCome take a look at meI'm the poster boy for sympathyI can't find my way out of this place I've spent my lifeSome things we never tellLooking back it's just as wellNo comfort from anyoneA frightened child with no place to runCan you hear me calling out your name?Calling out but nobody's there