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I don't know why I do it anymore
The anticipation, the hope
It's too much
I miss optimism
But the barren mailbox lives
Without a single letter
Year after year of waiting
And I'm finally old enough to understand
It just doesn't happen easily
Or maybe it doesn't happen at all
Destruction isn't always obvious
And these tears I'm cryin' are invisible
No one knows what it's like to be me
Everyone thinks they know
It's hard to describe my insides
To someone who can only see me
On the outside
I'm on the outside looking in
And I can't see my way through
I want to be everything
But I want to be there for you
I don't try to understand it
These thoughts are what I cried
And it's not what I expected
I'm on the outside
We pretend there's no tension
But I could cut it with a knife
I'm so confused, dazed
It shouldn't happen like this
Is it really happening?
Am I really here?
It's me, I should expect it
I should know by now
I'm getting wiser by the minute
Setting me apart
From the misinterpretation
This ambiguous facade
Has become you
This pretense is getting old
So just give me what I need
I need to see the truth
On the outside
I'm on the outside looking in
And I can't see my way through
I want to be everything
But I want to be there for you
I don't try to understand it
These thoughts are what I cried
And it's not what I expected
I'm on the outside
This pane is cracked
(on the outside)
It's usually an act
(on the outside)
We're steeped in pain
(on the outside)
It’s eternal rain
(on the outside)
On the outside…