The Whispers in the Wind

The keyboard's clacking away, but it's so loud I can no longer hear your voice above the sound.
The wind's blowing hard; I've forgotten what I was meant to say, though it'll be much harder once it's found.

I'm locked at the window, my face is a blur; I'm screaming at the world, yet the wind's so loud that no one cares to hear --
My heart is pounding like the drugs in your veins and my pupils are getting smaller, like those full of fear.

The purple sunset that's really your eyes, stare back at me with drowning look; you're in there by yourself, there's nothing I can do.
I'd love to save you, but the whispers in the wind state that you're too far gone and that your bad habits will stick to you like glue.

I'm pounding at the door, trying to capture the moment with far more than hope, but you've locked the door;
I promise, if you only save yourself, I'll give the wings to fly against the whispers, just hold so you can soar.

I'm locked at the window, my face is a blur; I'm screaming at the world, yet the wind's so loud that there's nothing anyone else can do;
My heart is pounding like the drugs in your veins, your very precious to me; I'm the only one that can help you, but the whispers tell me not to save you.