The radio behind me plays,
Chasing the cold, hard silence away.
I don't stay where there are people –
I have nothing to say.
The music behind me says what I want
And brings my feelings to life.
I stand at my window, looking out front;
I dream of a more exciting place.
The radio changes the song,
Reminding me that I'm still here.
I don't mind just dreaming,
I could never surpass my fear.
The music keeps me here,
Although, I sometimes can't tell.
I think I'd rather be insane,
But I couldn't handle that pain.