Empty walls Staring at these empty walls, I wish I could fall asleep Reviving the old memories-they want to stay here I wish the time would tick away the tears I have to spill Why does the past mean more to me than the things that are real? I wait here impatiently for a new day to dawn I try to laugh but then suddenly I frown And what yesterday seemed funny is now sad Is it true that money can drag us out of despair? Boy, this is my secret prayer Oh, how I’d love to love Will I ever be able to find a way? I don’t know what it’s like when two people fight But I know I can’t fight myself Staring at these empty walls, I wish I could… Staring at these empty walls and I wish I wish… Staring at these empty walls, I wish I could fall asleep Reviving the old memories-they want to stay here I wish the time would tick away the tears I have to spill Why does the past mean more to me than the things that are real?