I wish someone would take me up over that hill to leave me be and let me wander instead of sitting here enjoying the pretty view living vicariously through strangers all i ever wanted  was to be right there with you all you random little folk and leaders all i ever wanted was the will to let me roam instead of listening to all the cowards. Whatif i could be there too (step inside this room) with all the others, with all of you (step inside this room) everything so old and new (step inside this room) if i could step inside this room. I pity pretty faces all made up to make some paltry pose, the same old "come hither" i regret and i regress and i complain and i don't want to take it further if you're needy don't come for me i don't need antone else every word i say may be cliche it's to ease my mental health.