i live in my own little world
weaving my dreams and hopes
filling it with sunshine and life

i sat by the window
watching the sunset
the butterflies playing
the world passing me by

sometimes it rains
sometimes hail falls
sometimes the rainbow peeked at me
sometimes snow paid me a visit

still living in my little world
enjoying the feeling of the others passing me by

then u came along
pulling me into your world
filled with things different to mine

i explored and found a whole new world
filled with joy and happiness
but unlike in my own little world

the rain came too often
the hail falls too hard
the rainbow stopped peeking
the snow brought the frost

i looked at my own little world
and i looked at yours
unlike a key and keyhole
it doesn’t fit perfectly together

i stand by the door to my own little world
i paused and pondered
i looked back, and saw things that i do not have in my own little world

standing in the junction
i lost my sense of direction
where is my own little world
which way should i go