Walking through the window pane,
I'm on the outside looking in,
tears fall down your tilted face,
"Why do you cry?" don't keep it inside.
My fault? How many times has it been my fault?
am I the one in the wrong?
AM I THE FUCKING PROBLEM?
...
oh but maybe, maybe not.
keep your chin up,
things are looking up.
maybe you'll share your feelings one day,
in sync we may cry.
but for now ill give you time,
and a little bit of space.
and wait until i win that race.
