Текст: Cross Canadian Ragweed. Mission California. Walls To Climb.

This hotel room is dark and dirty
And its freezing cold
I came here to avoid the party
The party's kind of getting old
Nothing more than selfish reasons
I want to be alone
One more time about how i am feeling
I just might explode i might unload

Chorus:
'Cause i need my time it's not your time it's not their time
I got words to rhyme i've got the lines is it a crime
Hey i got walls to climb we've all got walls to climb

I can't lend my ear i don't want to hear
You cry for sympathy
I won't cut you slack so when i turn my back
You twist the knife in me
I don't care about your problems
Or anything that you do
Oh well i did my best i need a cigarette
And a whole lot less of you a whole lot less of you

Chorus x2