THE WINDOW

My heart is looking though a window, a beat that can not start. The window is glazed over, my soul is ripped apart. My world sits now frozen, looking though the glass. Soon in my future, this pain will surely pass. I see that you are happy with this lie that you create, while i sit on the otherside dealing with my fate. I'll walk away from that window our love will never be, walking now alone with just my misery.