You sit alone on the empty bench,
Wind's blowing through your hair.
It's very cold and very tense,
As you see something that isn't there.
They laugh and shout and joke around,
When all you can do is stare.
They ask 'what's the matter,' when your fists are clenched,
But you dare not say.
For what comes out can't go back,
The past haunts you today.
You are afraid, you are afraid,
It's irrational but set in stone.
You are afraid, you are afraid,
Of something, you don't know.
It's getting cold, but you sit alone,
The doors so far away.
The wind still blows, but you won't go,
The safe haven is not safe.
Your fingers freeze, your body numbs,
And you start to slow.
Why can't you go, why can't you go,
They ask but you stay closed.
The pounding heart, the empty stare,
It scares, it scares, it scares.
You cannot go, you cannot go,
It's so hard for you to budge.
You are alone, you are so cold,
But you just can't walk.
The doors are open, but still, are locked,
Because your fear is strong, and you sit here shocked.
You cannot open, you cannot see,
Because they don't understand the fear that's a part of me.
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