What Might Have Been

It's winter outside
And I feel it again.
The sorrow that draws me in inward,
It's like a disease.
Dreaming a different reality
Is the only way I'm happy.

Still it's better to dream
Of what might have been
Instead of being trapped
In what is.
And I find I can be
Who I want to be
Instead of
Who I am.

It's winter inside,
My visions crash in front of me.
The joy taken with them.
I need the night
To repair my world
And to cover up
My wounded soul.

Still it's better to dream
Of what might have been
Instead of being trapped
In what is.
And I find I can be
Who I want to be
Instead of
Who I am.

Life is so much easier
Inside my head
I don't feel alone
Lying in my bed.
Everything's as it should be
As long as I'm here
Until I step out
Into a life full of fear.

What's happened,
Where did it go wrong?

Still it's better to dream
Of what might have been
Instead of being trapped
In what is.
And I find I can be
Who I want to be
Instead of
Who I am.

Life is so much easier
Inside my head
Everything's as it should have been.