shes looks outside her window,
hoping to the sun again.
but the closest she will ever get,
is the flame on the end of her cigarette.
wondering how life got so close,
and how no on shes bringing her a rose.
once they found out her secret,
telling them was her biggest regret.
chorus:
how come people never practice what the preach?
and why to they have goals so far out of reach?
for i fear these wounds will never mend,
and are only told through the tip of this pen.
so why are they afarid of what they dont know?
and how can they understand?
because when im around her i seem to glow.
something truly unknown to most man.
chorus.
shes the only one that needs to know.
i dont have to pretend.
shes looks outside her window,
hoping to the sun again.
