Outsider

By Willow Taylor

 

 

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There's a world right there, that I can see
That I don't understand,
In that world there is no place for me
I don't fit in, I cannot join
Would I want to, if I could,
If I wanted, if I should,
Would they have me, if I would?

(But I'm still)
On the outside, looking in,
I'm on the on the outside, looking in,
Do I want to join or should I just stay here,
On the outside, looking in?

My friends live there, in that place removed
And let me know they're there,
But I don't belong there, This was proved
So I stand separate from the rest
In ways I don't understand
A stranger in a stranger land,
Was the some how planned

(That I'd be)
On the outside, looking in,
I'm on the on the outside, looking in,
Do I want to join or should I just stay here,
On the outside, looking in?

Because it doesn't matter in the end
I'm not alone, so I'm not afraid
It's fine to be an outside friend
After all I'm wanted here,
For something that I can define
Held by wills other than mine
Led by fates both cruel and kind

(But I don't want to be)
On the outside, looking in,
I'm on the on the outside, looking in,
Do I want to join or should I just stay here,
On the outside, looking in?

So it seems that I'll just stay here,
Because I'm not sure I want to go
Is it caution that stops me, or is it fear?
It doesn't matter I can't do it on my own
And I do not know
If I'm to stay or to go
Does it even show

(How long I've been)
On the outside, looking in,
I'm on the on the outside, looking in,
Do I want to join or should I just stay here,
On the outside, looking in?
On the outside, looking in.

 

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