Set Me Free
It's so far away
And it so cliché to say
But so close to me too
I could open my mouth
To whisper
And you could hear me.
You would hear me
But I am a prisoner
Of my own damned fear...
Fear of your silence.
They say I have a way with words
A certain "je ne sais quoi"
So they say
And so they say
But what do you say?
Nothing.
For you know nothing of me.
Because I am a prisoner
A prisoner of my own damned silence
Fear of saying something stupid
They watch me as I walk by
So similar to me
And yet so simple
They follow me...
Or so I'd hope
Because I am a prisoner
Of my own damned love for you
Fear of being alone.
There is a craving I have
That is to see your face
To hear your voice
And so I follow your foot steps
Sometimes...
But then I stop
I stop to think about what I'm doing
And I don't know what to do anymore
And I am a prisoner
Of your own damned good looks
Fear of my heart shattering
I don't want to be a prisoner
Of anything or anyone
Set me free
From my fear of looking at your face
And seeing you looking back at me
Scoffing and turning away
I need this
We need this
We all do
Need it for our own security
To no longer be a prisoner
Of anyone, of any fear
To say what they want to say
And of the quiet that may follow
Because sometimes,
We just don't know
And it so cliché to say
But so close to me too
I could open my mouth
To whisper
And you could hear me.
You would hear me
But I am a prisoner
Of my own damned fear...
Fear of your silence.
They say I have a way with words
A certain "je ne sais quoi"
So they say
And so they say
But what do you say?
Nothing.
For you know nothing of me.
Because I am a prisoner
A prisoner of my own damned silence
Fear of saying something stupid
They watch me as I walk by
So similar to me
And yet so simple
They follow me...
Or so I'd hope
Because I am a prisoner
Of my own damned love for you
Fear of being alone.
There is a craving I have
That is to see your face
To hear your voice
And so I follow your foot steps
Sometimes...
But then I stop
I stop to think about what I'm doing
And I don't know what to do anymore
And I am a prisoner
Of your own damned good looks
Fear of my heart shattering
I don't want to be a prisoner
Of anything or anyone
Set me free
From my fear of looking at your face
And seeing you looking back at me
Scoffing and turning away
I need this
We need this
We all do
Need it for our own security
To no longer be a prisoner
Of anyone, of any fear
To say what they want to say
And of the quiet that may follow
Because sometimes,
We just don't know