WINDOW PANE

by Olivia Browning   Jul 12, 2006


MY TEARS NEVER SEEM TO DRY
I CAN NEVER SEEM TO STOP ASKING WHY
SOMEDAYS I REALLY FEEL LIKE
I AM GOING TO DIE
AND I CAN HEAR YOU BREATHE
EVEN WHEN YOU ARENT HERE
AND I\'M SITTING ON THIS BED
AND I CANT STOP THE TEARS
THEY ARE FALLING TOO FAST
IT SEEMS LIKE MY HAPPINESS
WILL NEVER LAST
I CAN IMAGINE THE FLAG AT HALF MAST
IM LISTENING TO THIS MUSIC AT FULL BLAST
ONLY TO BLOCK OUT THE SOUND OF THE SCREAMS
WHEN I FINALLY FIND A PERSON WHOS THERE
PEOPLE TAKE HIM AWAY IT REALLY ISNT FAIR
ITS THE FEELING THAT YOU GET BEFORE YOU DO A DARE
THESE SCARS THEY REMIND ME OF THE DAYS YOU REJECTED ME
I SIT HERE ALONE
WISHING I COULD END ALL THE PAIN
FEELING LIKE I AM GOING INSANE
WATCHING THE RAIN SLIP DOWN THE WINDOWPANE

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