I look out through the window
I see all the people, laughing and smiling
I see...
The sunshine
The flowers blooming
The clouds different shapes and sizes
I see little kids run past the window
They stop running and look in to see
But all they see is there reflection looking back at them
I turn and look into the room im in
I become their eyes
I see...
The young boy who never talks
The young girl with cuts up her arm
The matron at the door
She looks at me
Suddenly a little flash
I can see me
Sitting by the window
I see...
The marks my dad once gave me
The cuts up my arms
The pain in my eyes
Matron falls to the ground
She is dead
Im in her body looking on at me
If im in her body that means im dead too
No more getting hit
No more cuts
No more pain in the eyes
Just cold blue lips
