gingerjon
GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN R.I.P.
The Outside
I wanted to go out last Saturday
But my mind made me sit here and stay
Contemplating what’s on this mind of mine
Is causing me a few problems most of the time
I opened the door to look outside
But fear struck like an incoming tide
Slamming the door on the world outside
A whirlwind of emotions I feel inside
I go through a shadowy life of pain
Wishing I could change, the ways of this game
Where will this phobia ultimately lead
An escape route I desperately need
Because my white is becoming grey
I think my night is approaching day
But soon my wounds begin to heal
I think my life has begun to feel
Instead of blind, I start to see
The rusted lock has found a key
I think, outside, I could be free
And then, at last, I would be me
I wanted to go out last Saturday
But my mind made me sit here and stay
Contemplating what’s on this mind of mine
Is causing me a few problems most of the time
I opened the door to look outside
But fear struck like an incoming tide
Slamming the door on the world outside
A whirlwind of emotions I feel inside
I go through a shadowy life of pain
Wishing I could change, the ways of this game
Where will this phobia ultimately lead
An escape route I desperately need
Because my white is becoming grey
I think my night is approaching day
But soon my wounds begin to heal
I think my life has begun to feel
Instead of blind, I start to see
The rusted lock has found a key
I think, outside, I could be free
And then, at last, I would be me