The House, The Picture, and The Door

I come back to my house.
Same damn feeling as I walk in the door.
It is always back to my house, and feeling the same way.

I sacrifice all these things outside the door
And hold up pictures to everybody
But they don�t see anything, they don�t see nothing at all.
So what�s the point!
I come back home and feel the same way.

I hold up these pictures so I don�t die.
So why does it feel like I am dying.
They cant help me out there.
And not one person has seen a picture, so why do I continue.
My arms get sore from holding up these pictures while everybody walks past not seeing them.

So I walk in the door and feel the same way.
And I will continue.
But I doubt they will see my picture.

Reviews

[just is]

I see this as holding our own.
nothing changes unless we want it to.
The earth revovles even if we don't want it to.

Eveyrthing styas the same
and nothing changes

Good tact in words, like the gripping words you have protrayed here.