Verse 1:
Fifty-two years walking these streets alone\n\n Heart racing fast when the doorbell rings at home\n\n Crowds feel like oceans, I'm drowning in the noise\n\n Searching for courage to find my voice\n\n
Chorus:
Behind these walls I've built so high\n\n A man who's learned to live but not to fly\n\n Social phobia's chains wrapped tight around my soul\n\n But somewhere deep inside there's still a spark of gold\n\n
Verse 2:
Coffee shop corners become my hiding place\n\n Avoiding eye contact, can't stand the human race\n\n Not by choice but fear that holds me down\n\n In a world of connections, I'm lost and never found\n\n
Chorus:
Behind these walls I've built so high\n\n A man who's learned to live but not to fly\n\n Social phobia's chains wrapped tight around my soul\n\n But somewhere deep inside there's still a spark of gold\n\n
Bridge:
Maybe tomorrow I'll take that step outside\n\n Face the world with trembling hands but head held high\n\n Fifty-two's not too late to start again\n\n To find the courage and to find a friend\n\n
Outro:
One breath at a time, one day at a time\n\n Learning that being afraid is not a crime #
