Looking out from the in I see nothing
Darkness shrouds my eyes while others see
Why should I see pain as something
It’s never occurred to me
Though I’m cared for and shrouded from all pain
Someday a time will come when this no longer seems sane
Why should I be so cruel to those who need me the most
The more I do this so, my love becomes a ghost
It haunts me now outside my heart, as if…
…waiting for a war to start
A war between my heart and mind
This war I try to conceal inside
Are the lessons I’m taught really wrong
Have I sung a liars song
I need to see in from the out
See the other side of my shroud