Up in your tower, away from the worldnfoundationed by fears of being on your ownncemented by trenches between ‘you’ and ‘they’ -nYour sanctuary - or so you say…nnCos you put the bars against your window viewnAnd you built the walls that isolate younA foolish Rapunzel - afraid of yourself -nA stranger, a prisoner inside your headnnCos outsidenLife seems so busynAnd your mindnMakes you so dizzynOh what can you donBut embrace this confusionnAnd love this madness?nnLife: A story you tell yourself in the nightnA lullaby fiction, a bitter delightnWhere voices, distant and muffled, combinenIn a chaos beyond your controlnnIt all depends on your perspectivenYou’re only alone if you see it that waynOh come now Rapunzel, so hard on yourselfnYou’re just as deserving as anyone elsennOutsidenLife seems so busynAnd your mindnMakes you so dizzynOh what can you donBut embrace this confusionnAnd love this madness?nnTime doesn’t waitnYou’ve got to reach outnAnd make your mistakesnLet down your hairnRapunzel, RapunzelnThere’s a world out therenThere’s a world out there!nnOutsidenLife seems so busynAnd your mindnMakes you so dizzy -nOh what can you donBut embrace this confusionnAnd love this madness?nnLove this madness.