I wove an intricate catacomb, riddled with traps and old lost hideaways, and stayed there alone. Convinced of my reasoning, there is no place for me where I belong, so this must be home. Familiar and comforting to shut off from everything that's out of my control.
I don't want to be so closed. Hiding away from the world. Making up reasons to fit the way I've been all along.
If I could go back and show myself all I was missing and figure a way to break through the shell, I might not be standing here wondering where I've been for all these years.
I don't want to be so closed. Hiding away from the world. Making up reasons to fit the way I've been all along.
Long-time fan of Eric's songwriting, guitar-playing, vocals, arranging and producing. Know it well enough to know whatever he writes and records, I will want it! hattiewilcox