If you look out the window,
what do you see?
Do you see mountains and green valleys?
Do you see tall buildings and people busy?
What do you wish to see?
Do you wish you could see me?
No, of course not.
What was I thinking?
You left me alone to deal with this pain.
Why would you want to see me?
When I look through your window,
What will I see?
Will I see you with your family as happy as can be?
Or will I see a man wishing he could be with me?
When you look through my window,
I know what you will see.
You will see a young woman usure of herself.
Never knowing what she might be.
Who is this young woman, you might ask.
That same young woman you took advantage of.
The same young woman you said that you loved.
The same young womn that is still in love with you.
If you look out the window,
What will you see?
Whatever you see, I know it won't be me.
