Sitting by the window watching you.
i greet but your eyes look away,
did you not see me or were
you avoiding me?
my whole I've tried to please
you but nothing i ever do is ever
good enough,
and now i sit here-should i rather die?
would you care if i just up-and-left
would you cry if died or
would you look away just as you
did now?
if you cared enough you'd see
the pain in my eyes when you looked at me,
and now i lay here-by the window
watching you go past as
my wrists bleed now-more than ever before.
i slowly drift away,
your laughter is going further and
i feel like I'm drifting i away from this cruel world
-I'M DEAD!
now what?
-are you gonna cry for me as i did you-
well i guess I'll never know.
