Bleak Midwinter



 

It’s never gonna happen

if I never even try,

But I'm too afraid to go outside,

Collecting dust in my own chair,

Breathing the same stale, still air,

I've locked the doors and windows,

And I've thrown away the keys,

No one's getting in or out

No matter cries and pleas.

And I wait and wait to change,

But I know it's of no use.

I will always stay the same

with same old lame excuse.

So, I batten down the hatches

and I close the shutters tight,

There's a battle going on

And I'm not willing to fight.

So, I batten down the hatches

I'll never leave this home

If I could ever talk to someone

I would still be alone.