I think it's foot steps I hear
I get so afraid I run to the stairs
looking out the window
but never find anyone there
I'm all by myself always alone
I draw all the curtains
turn off the lights
why would any one think
come to the door
We sit in our seats
keep our ideas in order
arranged nice and neat
Never let them come forward
because we fear our defeat
I wonder about the ideas
behind the beautiful things
What thoughts drive one to murder
and others that push us to love
But we'll sit in the rooms of our minds
with our warm and comfort things
we'll marvel how we got so lazy
at opportunities we fail to see
I think I'd like to get out of myself
I think I want others to know
I know my inhibitors
I know how I hold back myself
I feel mistakes are certain
and to never act upon it
would be more then regret
