They think they get it but they don\'t
I\'m a stranger in my own home
I stamp around
And yet do not make a sound
Do not disturb those blank faces on their phones
They don\'t know what I think and that\'s perfectly fine
It\'s all okay as long as I hide
My feelings behind
My bedroom door closed tight
All to hide the fact that I\'m dying inside
We like different things and that\'s okay
But not when it means we can\'t communicate
Our language is not the same
And I am to blame
Because you speak in love but I speak in hate
When we pass we speak a few words in a light-hearted tone
But only that
Because we are strangers in our own home