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Watching Through the WindowWhy do I even try...?Watching Through the Window in Traditional Fixed Forms
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You don't see me anymore.
Yet I still fight this reality,
And stand, cold, at your door.
I want to knock so badly,
But do I really want you to hear...?
I'm afraid that you'll come to answer,
And simple see me in tears.
What a sight that would be...
Me in such a pitiful state.
Though, nowadays, I don't know
If you'd comfort me or just walk away.
A sigh, and peak in the window
Through it's damp and fogged up display...
I see you with your new loved one...
How easily I've been replaced.
It's not right to dwell on you, dear,
Even broken, I know it's true.
But I can't help the reality;
That the one I still love is you.
A final glance through the window,
And I see your smiling face.
Staring from a distance...
Perhaps this is my true place...