Looking in between the bars of my prison cell
I witness everything from hate, lust, and love
I will crawl back inside my shell if I should choose to leave this hell

I never thought that anyone could still see the best in me even after many words exchanged.
There is laughter replacing silence which doesn't make me seem any less deranged,  
And I never thought I could let someone in without making a change.  
But I always knew no one would stay.
And it hurts to be right.

Looking in from the outside,
I still don't ask questions why.
I'm paying for a horrible sin I'm not aware that I committed.
All I can remember is being cold,
And if I wasn't cold my heart would be trembling.
If there was anyone who truly wanted to save me
I wouldn't let myself spill my insides out...