Wallflower (feat. Kaya Thomas-Dyke)

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

Who's turn to make the move

Whose left it all to you

I'm not ideal in situations of confrontation

I don't prefer to raise up 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 twenty-four years

Twenty-four years

It's been twenty-four years

Twenty-four years

Twenty-four years

And you know me now

Like the willow tree knows the see

You will stand

Don't you try to get under

'Cause you can set me free

And if you know what I see

I would lie to me

But don't worry 'bout your soul

Don't worry 'bout your soul

I was just

I was just a wallflower

I was just a wallflower

I was just a wallflower

I was just a wallflower