You close the door in front of me, I wait patiently outside. As the minutes tick away, I feel my anger rise. Who’s the object of my rage and who’s not being fair? Is it you for your indifference or me for just standing there?
Sometimes it’s hard to understand when they say that pride’s a sin. Should I go or should I stay on the outside looking in?
Well I didn’t make the grade today and I’m not the only one. But my heart won’t stop hurting or feeling all alone. Maybe we’ll trade places in some not so distant yet I hear your voice a-calling now and I cover up my ears. I dream about you through the day and I toss and turn at night. Well I could brag on the things I’ve done or places that I’ve been, but I’ve never found for on the outside looking in.
“on the outside looking in” Allison Krauss and Union Station—Paper Airplane
i don't quite know why i put this up...where i see myself...if it has to do with me here...or people everywhere...or not at all...but sometimes it feels like it fits
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