working out the world, staring out the window of my room.
watching people coming and watching people going, and knowing that am all alone….
Seeing no solution, but being so comfused – im not too sure..u know why.
But i don’t blame you knowing that nothing i do matters, to you….
and its all… working out the world, staing out the window of my room….
and its all….working out the world, staing out the windows of my room…..
and its all….working out out world, staing at the ceiling, wondering why why im feeling, so abosultly, do absolutly so damn me.
and its all….working out the world, staring out the window of my room….
but no one sees me…
no one hears me…
no one feels me….
am i even really there?
can anyboby hear me,…. listen to me, saying is anyone waiting like me?
watching people coming and wathing people going, and knowing that shes somewhere there…
will she look up….?,
will she…. hear me ?
whats taking here so long?
But im working out the world, staring out the window, knowing i can find it, its something it i can’t do alone.
Finding all the answers is like knowing all the questions, yet none have been asked.
yet, im staring out the window of me room….