My Window View
Sit next to my window
try to see through me, unlock the locks and open me up
figure out how to reveal what's on the outside of me and in me
wipe away the mist but that wont stop me from crying
listen closely although silence is what you will get
unless it's raining or storming i wont speak not even a bit
break me down though that wont do you no good
you'd just hurt me more, then keep me silent and possibly for good
as the glass shatters into thousands of pieces hear me cry all you did was ruin me
answer the question why
you sit next me my window and try to fix me but with thousands of pieces everywhere
you just simply replace me
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