I walk across the street to Franklin Middle
Heavy coat keeping that winter air outside
And the heat that burns my veins within
I smile politely at the people when I can
I like it when they can’t see my hands

And the dirty red-brown bricks
Shield this place from the world
And keep those dark little secrets
Locked inside
I know that if the world knew
The torment in these walls
That would be the end of it all
But nobody’s listening
Nobody’s listening

I walk in through those tinted black doors
Past the heavy eye of the watchful staff
Those laughing gazes burning into me
I always try to look the other way
They have nothing relevant to say

And the dirty red-brown bricks
Shield this place from the world
And keep those dark little secrets
Locked inside
I know that if the world knew
The torment in these walls
That would be the end of it all
But nobody’s listening
Nobody’s listening

I walk across the street to Franklin Middle
Heavy coat keeping that winter air outside
And everything else buried within
I smile politely at the people when I can
I like it when they can’t see my hands