On the Outside

On the outside looking in
I see things I wish I had
They seem so organized
On the outside it seems sad
On the inside looking out
They seem free as windy kites
They seem so happy
Without a battle to fight
Where I'm at I can't imagine
Any other way
I wouldn't know how to act
I wouldn't know what to say
But on the outside looking in
They seem so safe and warm
To watch when I'm so cold
Out here in the storm
And on the inside looking out
The wild wind blown hair
It seems I'm never satisfied
It just really isn't fair