Windows

I'm sitting here in my room,
no windows to see the light of the moon.
I dearly wish i could see into the sky
the stars, the clouds - i wish i could fly.
Fly? No, i wish i could run away,
I could go, and find a better day.
Somewhere, anywhere, far from here,
mind confused, filled with fear.

Is this the right decision?
It doesn't matter, I've made it my mission.
To get you back, i miss you so much.
Please come back to me, i need your touch.
All i ask is to know how you feel?
A window to your mind, to know for real.
I'm encapsulated by you
I don't know what to do.

Does she love me?
Does she want me?
Do i love her?
Do i want her?

I haven't a clue.