Been writing stories upon stories and they never seem to end Entire worlds have been created, that even I can’t comprehend It’s exhausting and rewarding, but mostly an escape Because I know that in reality, I’m still stuck in this cage Ten years since I wandered down this road, maybe twelve since I saw the sign Was thirteen when I wrote my first song, nineteen when I lost my mind Now I’m thirty-two years old… Where’d my twenties go? I was hiding in a basement, from the world I used to know The sky outside is beautiful today~ But it’s a little too cold~ The weather outside is beautiful today~ I’ll open a window~ “You should go outside” they say~ So I write another chapter instead I should really go outside today~ But then I’d lose another plotline in my head Dialogue is just talking to yourself, in different voices~ The scenery and settings in your mind, are just different choices~ You could go and walk a mile, or help some stranger smile It isn’t pointless… It’s just a different game~ Been writing stories upon stories and they never seem to end So many characters created, how many hours did I spend? I’m so tired and enraptured, but I still try to escape These chains are so damn heavy now, do I even need the cage? Ten years since I wandered down this rabbit hole, maybe twelve since I checked the time Nineteen since I wrote my first song, thirteen since I lost my mind Now I’m thirty-two years old… Where’d my twenties go? I was hiding in a basement, from the world I used to know But I wasn’t just hiding from the world, I was making dreams come true~ I was hoping that someday I’d find the time to be with you~ But the world out there is much easier to just write about, and fantasize… The sky outside is beautiful tonight~ But I live in the city, I don’t wanna get shot The weather outside is beautiful tonight~ I’ll just open a window~ “You should go outside” they say~ So I write another chapter instead I should really go outside today~ But then I’d lose another plotline in my head Dialogue is just talking to yourself, in different voices~ The scenery and settings in your mind, are just different choices~ You could go and walk a mile, or help some stranger smile It isn’t pointless… It’s just a different game~ It isn’t pointless, it’s all the same~ The characters are people you used to know, or haven’t met Those worlds are lives you lived before, or haven’t yet You could go and climb a mountain, or back down those same old stairs I know I’m tired, we’re all so tired… But I’m not done writing yet I have to write another chapter, before I forget Maybe I’ll make it outside, someday?
