Sitting by the window, looking out upon the street.
Watching all the faceless people walking by,
Does`nt really matter much where I`m coming from
I have no where else to go
My mind is torn, it`s ripped apart
There`s nothing left to see
My hopes diminished, so silent
No more hate or lies,
Emptiness feeds the hunger
To leave and be forgotten
Cry as my body dies, As long as I`m free,
There`s nothing left to blame
I try to fool myself into believing
The walls are cold and pale
People always moving not seeing
All those faces look the same
Sitting by the window looking out upon the street
Wondering what all those faceless people do
Does`nt really matter what I am or what I think
Born in my own misery
The peace is dead withing my soul
My intentions are so clear now
One more step on my own
I don`t know what to believe in
I rise to the clouds, nothing is clear
Seeking out my decisions, no hopes or fears
Losing all my faith, nothing is left
Forcing a smile, still hurting within
I sit here looking, not knowing for what
Should I sleep or stay awake
Just hoping that one day I`ll get out
Is this my happiness or my life
Caught up in the confusion
Living in my own state of self denial.
Peace is just an illusion...nothing ever is
Sitting by the window looking out upon the street
Wondering where all those faceless people go
Does`nt really matter, I`m invisible to everyone
I don`t exist......


Copyright 2002
FluffyBuns

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