Lonely in company, afraid of the dark
Finding the comfort, but never the spark.
Wanting and needing but not letting on
Used then abused, does this just carry on?
Bored of the fighting, lock up those tears
Hide all the torment, the hopes and the fears.
Speak but say nothing, hide in the crowd
Wonder when will your time come to be proud?
Then something inside you breaks free, it’s a start
Your time has come – time to follow your heart.
Free from the shackles, the silence, the pain
Finally free to be yourself again
This is your moment, don’t leave it to waste
Time to choose just which fruit you want to taste
One of each flavour? Each colour? Each shape?
Just the banana? The apple? The grape?
Or try the fruit salad? Good god woman! Choose!
There’s plenty of people want to be in your shoes!
And on goes the torment, now changed, but the same
But I know one day you’ll be happy again
So wait for that moment, it will happen, I know
But for now, just sit back, relax, and enjoy the show
