The window

The windows glass is blurring, from the rain pouring outside. The girl sits in her bed crying about the pain she feels inside.

Her eyes swelling up with tears, getting ready to fall, She looks at her cell phone, and throws it against the wall.

The phone shatters, And she wipes her tears. Nothing else for her to think, nothing else to fear.

The window opens, as she gets out onto the roof. She is standing there, looking for some proof.

Some proof, a reason for her to jump. Nothing to say to make her feel better. Not even you...

If she jumped, my life would have been over. If you think about it, That was me, When i was sober.

listen close, The pain i felt was no reason for me to do what i do, No matter what, i shouldn't do it, just for you...