Manic Street Preachers

I write this alone on my bed
Ive poisoned every room in the house
The place is quiet and so alone
Pretend theres something worth waiting for
Theres nothing nice in my head
The adult world took it all away
I wake up with same spit in my mouth
I cannot tell if it is real or not
I try and walk in a straight line
An imitation of dignity
From despair to where
From despair to where
Outside open mouthed crowds
Pass each other as if theyre drugged