I use to think that being on the outside looking in,
was the perfect life for me.
I did not love, or care, nor even hate,
I was completely free.
It was so much easier to be,
on the outside looking in.
There wasn't anyone there to hurt me,
or keep me from sin.
As the time had slowly passed me by,
sadness entered my empty heart.
I had become so very lonely,
I realized it's been there from the start.
And in the glass I was looking through,
my reflection I did see.
A sad and lonely, broken man,
who definitely wasn't free.
The pain was visible, and all to real,
in this reflection of a man.
Now he's older, the time has passed,
this wasn't part of the plan.
Though he see's a need to change,
and he knows it must be done.
It seems so much easier,
just to turn around and run.
No matter how hard he try's,
nobody want's him there.
They blow him off, and ignore him,
very few seem to care.