You ask me "will I go."
I always say "no."
You ask "why stay at home?"
I always say "I want to be alone."
You say "why not come?"
I always say "my day is done."
You ask "don't you ever want to get out?"
I say "how clearly must I speak and shout?"

Once you've left,
how I wished I'd come.
I just couldn't leave my sadness behind and be done.
My loneliness wouldn't let me
speak out and shout "I want to get out, let my day still dawn,
please let me come and be free."

These things were always said
but only in my head.