Foggy Windows

Maybe they all feel just like me...
Watching thier lives pass by from a foggy window in the highest tower,
Maybe they all close thier eyes and feel a silent tear run down thier lifeless cheek.

Maybe they are all just lost in themselves, seeing everything for what it is, and knowing the world doesnt.
Maybe all thier faces are drained of the light and happiness there once was; now filled with anger and tears, trapped seemingly forever in this life of hell and sorrow.

Maybe they all know of these feelings as I do- maybe thats the way they live life too; Just knowing, Just wondering, Just fearing.
Maybe all we know is this life of self destruction...

Perhaps well move on, be happy, or smile.
Maybe someday we can help ourselves, or help eachother. No one else can seem to help. Maybe thats why I wonder if they live my life too. Or maybe not, I dont think I will ever know...

Maybe once, we'll see someone escape from this
Maybe just once, seeing someone spill no more blood of thier own,
See them laugh without morbid thoughts,
See them smile without tears or suicide

But most of us, we will never get out alive-
We'll just sit behind our foggy windows, never living without pain

I watch them, wondering if they are just as broken as I am.