I stand on the outside of life looking in
Wishing for that which has never been
Is there any hope there for me now?
Fate surely that would not allow
Essence of death and spirit of loss
Heart in turmoil and mind in chaos
Smile of everlasting emptiness
And laugh of perpetual loneliness
It’s all okay and it’s all alright
At least within every other’s sight
Behold the power of dejection
In some type of variant depression
Thirst never satisfied for reality
Never unbound and never carefree
I stare into your happiness and your smile
And ponder these things for quite awhile
Joy and peace and thoughtfulness
Kindness, love, and selflessness
But I am still caught on the outside
With all the hopes that have ever died
Still eavesdropping in on life
Both its goodness and its strife
And wondering on the question of
Who wouldn’t be the one you love
My darkness grows but also my heart
And my apathy seems to at last depart
But it doesn’t change the fact of where I abide
I am still here standing on the outside
I cannot enter in if uninvited
But the invitation is yet to be granted
Wiping away the frost from the window
Watching the ever-present reality show
Your merriment and your tears
Your exuberance and your fears
This feeling doesn’t seem to pass
And my hand is frozen to the window glass
But I will pull it back again
Leaving my handprint upon your pane

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