The world keeps turning, bright and loud, a kaleidoscope of chance, new hands reach out from the passing crowd, inviting me to dance. They talk of future, present joy, of things that could be mine, but I'm watching a rerun on a loop, at the finish line of time. I’ve packed away my future plans, like ornaments in a box, my life is paused at your command, waiting for the clock to unlock. I’m living on the outside of my own parade, A prisoner to the depth of a promise never made. I know the truth, it’s a luxury I can’t afford, to trade this silent, loyal heart for a love that’s been restored. But no one else can measure up to the ghost of what we were, so I stand here, rooted, cold, and sure, An unopened chapter, waiting on you. The people who walk by me now, they look so free and warm, they have no idea I’ve built a vow to keep me from the storm. I tell myself this sacrifice, this loneliness I bear, is proof of a love so deep and priced, that no one else can compare. It’s a painful kind of martyrdom, this hopeful, holding breath, choosing the memory of your light over the joy of life and death. I’m living on the outside of my own parade, A prisoner to the depth of a promise never made. I know the truth, it’s a luxury I can’t afford, to trade this silent, loyal heart for a love that’s been restored. But no one else can measure up to the ghost of what we were, so I stand here, rooted, cold, and sure, an unopened chapter, waiting on you. My friends say I’m missing out, that I’m throwing away my years, but how do you quit the sweetest dream just because it brings the tears? I keep the flame alight for you, even if I burn inside, this empty space is dedicated, nowhere left to hide. The key to my own happiness is hanging by the door, but I can't reach it... not until you walk in anymore. Unopened chapter... Still waiting... still waiting... For the possibility of your return...
