Lyrics The Loaded Ashtray - Beeswax

The loaded ashtray,
The smokey room
Everything that′s arround me,
I got nothing inside
I call them friend,
But i think that i have no friend
Everything that's arround me,
It doesn; t belong to me
And i walk the street,
I′m going nowhere
Just to find the meaning everything that i've got
The only thing that i get is a wreck sleeve to cover me
And all my wounds that you've made to me
It′s alright, it′s okay
I'm just afraid to be locked inside