From the outside looking in
I don't know why but I'll never win...
Sitting in a chair
waiting for the world...
There's a black and orange animal.
He sadly lives in captivity...
I am mysterious and compassionate
I wonder what others think of me...
An elderly walks with his lovely cane,
Following into nature's engaging smell...
Here it is
the place where we live...
No one should have to wipe their own tears.
No one should be...
All I wanted was to love him,
And in return acquire his amorous sensitivity...
I'm absolutely no miss perfect,
And I know I'll never be...
Never would have known that all was at its end,
The midday sun and midnight moon are my friends...
When does pain become death?
When does dawn become day...
Every day i come home
to a place that isn't mine...