Wallflower

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
Whose turn to make the move, who’s left it all to you
I’m not ideal in situation of confrontation
I don’t prefer to raise 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 24 years, 24 years