Perspective, a Lovely Hand to Hold thick as theives

You always wanted to go outside
Run wild and hide
You could see it all from the window and that was fine
It's like I haven't said your name in a long time
I miss the way that you saw the world
From your perch through your eyes in black and white
You're getting harder and harder and
harder and harder and harder to find
You were the light that I looked for
But suddenly went out
I was the constant reminder
That things never work out at all
That things never work out at all