cause i cant feel what you feel im afraid to see whats real cause
one cant go on, go on being beat upon and i cant even see how
lucky it is to be me and i feel ashamed because your life is my
worst dream through windows we look but when cannot feel the
anguish suffering and harsh ordeals, no sense, no sense of
empathy, is this thw way the way it has to be, and you you look
to me for sympathy but what can i say i might know if i felt the
pain but we just look away ignore the pain through windows must
break the pane through windows i see you
