Sitting in the corner of the room Choking on his loneliness The sad song bird that once sang Has gone on to his rest Rivers of storm clouds swirl around Snuffing out every beam of light The grass and the trees long since dead The rain to late for their plight What is this voice in my head That tortures my heart so broken She waves her affectionate flag He cherishes it like a golden token This was once a beautiful mansion The interior pleasing to the eye With bold and strong marble pillars That seem to blend into the sky But father time have left his mark No longer do the chandeliers still shine Broken windows are the scars And the stiches are the vines The once sturdy wrought iron fence Is nothing more than a pile of rust The stairs that lead to the grand doorway Are now just planks of blowing dust Hardware that once gleamed in the sun Is now tarnished and dull at night An interior that once received the masses Have them running away in fright What is this voice in my head That tortures my heart so broken She waves her affectionate flag He cherishes it like a golden token