I don’t want to see anyone Because I don’t want to talk I’ve told my story enough To those who’ve come on my walk
Am I scared of the judgements that will come with their stares? Or am I just sick of talking? My voice is starting to ware Am I afraid to stand up for myself? Maybe I don’t know how
But maybe it’s all an illusion For all there is is now So perhaps I will go in Confident in my now And they will have no choice But to say, “oh wow! She really must be happy She really must be fine But if I will say anything She’s really got it goin’ on”
I still feel the regret lingering in my chest I should have gone Why didn’t I go? I remember the early morning contemplation.. to go or not to go? It was dark It was cold I justified getting back under the covers, but I didn’t sleep Shame I should have gone But then As I write I realize The decision was with unforeseen purpose For without it I wouldn’t have been put into this position To learn to forgive myself
I see you in the moon, I see you in the stars I see you in that room, and in all the passing cars I feel you in the wind, I feel you in my heart Although you are gone, we are never far apart