Little Boxes

I'm standing with my feet
On the doorstep
And suddenly I'm
Changing directions
Getting back to what I've been
Before

I'm staying in a cloud
Of my own thoughts
And suddenly I'm
Longing to expand it
Getting somewhere
I've never been
Before

I tried so many times
To change my point of view
But I have to see
That's still me

I want to break out of these little boxes
Where I put my words on pages and pages
Cause they tell you only about myself

I tried so many times
To change my point of view
But I have to see
That's still me

I want to break out of these little boxes
Where I put my words on pages and pages
Cause they tell you only about myself