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The world lives in your front room
You're sitting happy in gloom
Fate worries you, you will not give her room
You give credit for might, inspiration and sight,
But you miss the point, you won't join in the fight
You think to use is to lose
So you're clinging, pulling, pleading
Try to keep it safe
Keep it cosy but it feels so out of place
You're feeling a loss but you're not fit to make it
You're offered so much but you're frightened to take it.
It never was really proved, never was understood,
But there really is no virtue in the good
They're shouting so loud that they'd do better to mine
You're deafened and you cannot hear the rhyme
But secrets in whispers pull you, try to tempt you
Try and keep it safe
Keep it cosy but it feels so out of place
You're feeling a loss but you're not fit to make it
You're offered so much but you're not going to take it.
You beg for help and advice, how to handle your life,
But you dare not move, you cannot pay the price
Chances slip, you just shatter, flatter, forget what matters
Spout your lines, read all your books
You hear the sounds, miss all the hooks
Your best is what you least understand
You hate the graft, won't join the race,
You're scared to scar your pretty face
State now cos your head's in the sand.