Wallflower

It was the bad old days
Where the warriors came out to play
Where the visitors outstayed their welcome
Aspirations filled with fear and doubt
Whose turn to make the move, who’s left it all to you
I’m not ideal in situation of confrontation
I don’t prefer to raise my voice
I’m still trapped by the cages of my lips
And you hold the key
So allow me to be free
It’s been 24 years, 24 years
It’s been 24 years, 24 years
24 years, and you know me now
Like the willow tree knows the sea
You withstand
Don’t you try to get under ‘cause you can’t set me free
And if you know what I see
I would lie to me
But don’t worry about your soul
Don’t worry about your soul
I was, I was just…
I was just a wallflower
I was just a wallflower
I was just a wallflower
I was just a wallflower