On every wall of every hall, a portraits hung
Memories of what was said and what is done
And I'm not sorry, no I'm not the guilty one
Don't you try to tell me that I am just making it up
Girl, you know it's so unfair
I'm so sick of waiting here, in this house of hell
Stormy, when you are there
I'm still haunted by the stench of rotten affairs
And I can hear the whispers everywhere
I know the fear I have ain't going away
Don't you see that I am doing the best I can...
Girl, you know it's so unfair
I'm so sick of living here, in this house of hell
Stormy, when you are there
On every wall of every hall, a portraits hung
Memories of what was said and what you've done
And I'm not sorry, no I'm not the guilty one
Don't you try to tell me that I am just making it up
Girl, you know it's so unfair
I'm so sick of waiting here, in this house of hell
Stormy, when you are there