Out There

Frollo:
The world is cruel
The world is wicked
It's I alone whom you can trust in this whole city
I am your only friend
I who keep you, teach you, feed you, dress you
I who look upon you without fear
How can I protect you, boy, unless you
Always stay in here
Away in here
Remember what I taught you, Quasimodo
You are deformed

Quasimodo:
I am deformed

Frollo:
And you are ugly

Quasimodo:
And I am ugly

Frollo:
And these are crimes
For which the world
Shows little pity
You do not comprehend

Quasimodo:
You are my one defender

Frollo:
Out there they'll revile you
As a monster

Quasimodo:
I am a monster

Frollo:
Out there they will hate
And scorn and jeer

Quasimodo:
Only a monster

Frollo:
Why invite their calumny
And consternation?
Stay in here
Be faithful to me

Quasimodo:
I'm faithful

Frollo:
Grateful to me

Quasimodo:
I'm grateful

Frollo:
Do as I say
Obey
And stay
In here

Quasimodo:
I'll stay
In here

Every time I listen to [slash] watch this song ("Out There") from Disney's Hunchback of Notre Dame, I am haunted.

How often have I heard this from my church, from my friends, from my family?

And how often have I thought:

Ev'ry day they shout and scold and go about their lives
Heedless of the gift it is to be them
If I [were] in their skin
I'd treasure ev'ry instant

Out there

*sigh* I'm still sulky

I need something to un-sulk.

OH, I ate sugar-free cookies! (Sorry, I just realized why I am... well... those of you familiar with sugar-free can probably guess.)

In related news: I'm hungry.

Off to the kitchen!