The reason I wrote this, is for the fact that the outside world doesn't care about you, it cares about what you can offer it. I have plenty to offer, but I am much more comfortable doing things and being on my own.
To go on as the living in this dream.
Life passes me by like a stream.
I need to wake up and come back.
But everything this world has, that one lacks.
In here everything I do is right, so why awake?
In that other world, all I do is make mistakes.
People telling you you aren't good enough.
They tore right through me, as if I played a bluff.
What can that world provide that this one cannot?
You say love, but love is a feeling I long ago forgot.
The touch and warmth of another body and soul?
The comfort I do miss, but not if its me they control
Out there is a scary place, and we say were free.
If I ask for help, they will turn their back on me.
You say they won't, but they've already proven it.
Look at the starving and homeless, on them they quit.
Why would it be different if we went ahead and tried?
They would see us, look down, then push us to the side.
I'm sorry, but this is the one place where I can be free.
I wish I could go there with you, but that world isn't for me.