I’m standing on the outside,
Trying to get in,
I want to know what lies behind the glass,
Behind the mirrors and sin.
I look in and only see the surface,
A prison we all see at times,
But I’m looking for the prisoner,
Shackled by her mind’s crimes.
Still standing on the outside,
I feel I’m the only one at that,
Maybe I’m the one on the inside,
And they’re outside looking at the rat.
I’m not sure anymore if I want in,
Or out of my own hell,
But I know who I want to be there with,
So I might just break the spell.
Break the spell and the cage,
Break free from my binds,
So I can break her free from hers,
Release our troubled minds.
But it seems no matter what I do,
Or how hard I try to reach,
Another prison appears there,
Silencing my attempts and speech.