I'm sitting at my window,
thinking about you,
I'm sitting at my window wondering what to do.
I thought you were different,
i just don't understand.
Why couldn't it have gone my way,
just as i has planned?
I really really liked you,
i wanted you to know,
but you were getting board,
and wanted me to go.
I'm sitting at my window,
with my face in my hands,
it was me that ruined it,
I ruined all my plans.
I'm sitting at my window,
not knowing what to do,
I'm sitting at my window,
crying over you.
