Paper houses,
And fallen angels,
And at time you can't see in front of you.
Wasted moments,
Trying to be someone I,
Never wanted to be for you.
But I feel my world coming back to life,
My eyes are finally open again.
Now I see it all,
It a different light,
Standing on the outside,
I'm finally on the outside,
Looking in.
Reaching out into unknown spaces,
With nothing left to blur the view.
And now I know I got to find,
This picture frozen in my mind,
Of a life I never knew.
But I feel my world coming back to life,
My eyes are finally open again.
Now I see it all,
It a different light,
Standing on the outside,
I'm finally on the outside.
I'm tearing out the page,
Breathing for a change,
And its so good.
To feel myself coming back to life,
I'm finally on the outside,
I'm finally on the outside.
And I feel my world coming back to life,
My eyes are finally open again.
Now I see it all,
It a different light,
Standing on the outside,
I'm finally on the outside,
Looking in.
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