Theres a fly on the window looking to the sky
I sit there and stare at it and I begin to cry
My world is going under the deep sea of blue
I sit here and wonder what my life's come to?
Where am I going? Will anyone help me?
I search for the answers and for what I am going to be
Though my world feels like its sinking I hold on to my strength
Someday it will get me to a great length
I try to keep my head above the water to keep myself from drowning
To keep myself alive to keep my heart pounding
I stare at the fly and its pathetic life
It's innocence has created my strife
The difference between my life and the fly
It has a purpose, why don't I?
I want to get out of here, carried off to another life
Where I can be happy and experience the wildlife
But until then I'll stare at the fly on the window
And let my tears soak into this beautiful pillow
