It's something that I can't ever quite have, Im just on the outside of the circle, and it never fully belongs to me.
I see it all as I'm trapped behind this solid clear wall, I see it and in ways I'm a part of it, but it will never be mine to hold.
Clutching at the empty spaces after everyone has left is where I'll be found, hidden upstairs behind drawn curtains in darkened rooms, waiting to be freed again.
It will never belong to he who spent too long alone.
But I sit and I listen and through broken eyes I see how the insides of it all works, I see you all from this window.
Never will I rest inside the circle but I know every single one of you by name.
I see it all as I'm trapped behind this solid clear wall, I see it and in ways I'm a part of it, but it will never be mine to hold.
Clutching at the empty spaces after everyone has left is where I'll be found, hidden upstairs behind drawn curtains in darkened rooms, waiting to be freed again.
It will never belong to he who spent too long alone.
But I sit and I listen and through broken eyes I see how the insides of it all works, I see you all from this window.
Never will I rest inside the circle but I know every single one of you by name.