Short Stuff, part 3
Looking back now it's so hard to tell where I went wrong
Why did it never feel like I belonged?
Couldn't they see their words hurt me so
How they filled my days with pain and woe.
But past that all now am I
I've moved on and seen the light
No longer do I alone cry
A hopeless life still? Not quite.
Life outside calls to me
But in this prison chained am I
Lacking the strength to break free
And I am left to ask myself
Why has life passed me by?