you're an outsider looking in.
you peer into my life, like a child,
struggling to reach the windowsill.
you saw everything and it's not fair
that you missed everything, but i still care.
if i were you, i'd be so desperately trying,
but you're not me, so i don't know if you're trying.
saying "i love you" doesn't fix
what goes on inside your head.
when i say that i'm here for you,
you say that there's
nothing going inside your head,
trying to get you to care
makes me feel like the villain.
you're an outsider looking in.
you stand in the corner, like a wallflower,
looking for an invitation to be accepted
with all the cool kids.
when you do try, you try to fit into a crowd
full of nothings and no one,
but you're not a nothing or no one.
and so i act out,
and i say things that i regret,
because loving you kills me so much,
i might even hate you for it.
i wish that there was something i could do
to make you love me more,
and all this wishing reminds me of being a child,
feeling lost, without you at the grocery store.
i'm an outsider looking in.
wearing rose colored glasses,
i peer into your life,
like when i was a child,
always hoping for the best.
you made me believe that
everything would be fine again.
but we both know that nothing
can be fine again.
