My window pane...
As the world passes by
immune to my hurt and sorrows
i sit on my window pane,staring
into other peoples joys
wishing they were mine, but then reality hits me
so i just sit there, and i cry
Reality; A word no one likes, a place no one wants to step into
A place so far away, yet too close to bear
it forces you,plays with your mind
and makes you have feelings that are so hurtfull
that you dont want to share...
Dreams on the other hand, set me free
beacause they show my secret desires
but sometimes even that turns into something dark and it is no longer
Mixed up feelings put me in vain, as i dont know what to do anymore
as i sit on my window pane...