The rain drips down the window pane,
Like the tears of a child...

The blood does drip,
The pain is a trip...

Looking out on a broken sky
Waiting for the sun to die...

The knife moves slowly
across my wrist...

You say you know me,
you say you care...

A child sits in a window.
looking out on the purple sky...

I remember the soliders sent to protect.
sent with all the love and respect...

You say that nobody loves you
but i am here you just don't see...

You did it, the pain, the betrayal
all i can think is that it's you i fail...

As the sun sets and the stars shine
i sit and watch wishing you were mine...

You scream at me, when you see the scars
but you don't know, its you that cause...

Your soft touch, your warm skin
that silky smile, that cheeky grin...