I'm tired of sitting here
just wasting my life
but I never get out there
I don't take a chance
I am afraid of what may be out there
What I don't know frightens me
I'm stuck in a chest with a lock keeping me in
I want to get out but I don't see the key
will I be remembered when I am gone
when I'm six feet under
and I'm down to my bones
or will everyone just move on
I want to live my life
I don't want it to be a waste
when I'm dead and gone
I don't want to be replaced
