Looking out the window, at the cold and darkened day,
Thinking of the years i spent, out there at play.
But now, no fun or laughter, all i do, is sit and stare,
I think no body cares, no one sees me sitting there.
As i stare out the window, waiting for the night to come,
Waiting for, maybe, a day could be undone.
But as i sit and wait for this, it never seems to be,
The night just draws in, above the walls that imprison me.
The bars of glass that i look through,
Show the sky, both black and blue.
Remembering how i once stood out there,
Looking at the shadow of a girl, that sat and stared.
Where i sit now, with head in hand,
This girl i never though to understand.
As she slowly whithered away,
I just watched day by day.
I never thought I'd become this alone,
I pushed everyone away, the fault only my own.
I didn't want to sit and stare,
I thought I'd always play out there.
Now i am the girl, sitting in these four walls,
The girl who never made a sound, no screams no calls.
I never want to end like her, covered in red, only scars to show,
I never wanted to become the girl sitting by the window.
