It's not that I haven't seen daylight,

or felt hope swelling in my chest.

It's not that I haven't felt my lungs breathe,

or my heart beat fast in my breast.


I've seen the wonders of the world.

I've seen the beauty there.

You can show me all you want,

you cannot make me care.


It's not that I haven't heard love songs,

or read words of care and joy.

It's not that I haven't felt that magic,

a little girls first crush on a boy.


I've felt the love that's in the world.

I've felt the wonder there.

You can give me all you want,

you cannot make me care.


So go on, show me, tell me more.

Make me see the light.

Don't you know that every day

is swallowed soon by night?


Every beauty that you know,

every glorious spark.

I know will soon be gone for good,

consumed by endless dark.


Can't you just let me sit alone,

in my corner, dark and cold?

I know I don't belong in this perfect world,

no matter what I'm told.