Window

life in slow motion; how bitter that its motionless.
in the eyes of bees the tree stood by. calculation is x plus y.

is it so hard, to dream and let it be? the hardship of a helpless woman
searching for hope and meaning. to everything.
tired of hoping and holding on to belief; when in the end, fail is standing at the end.
its so hard for you to understand my friend.
you want to be prettier, and more intelligent;
you want the clothes and the shoes and the make up
you want to be noticed. you want to be loved.
you wanna be famous, you want to feel like a beauty queen,
let me get you a dollar of roses; and a box of tissue.
cause baby, all you'll drown yourself is in a sea of tears.


but you can't even cry; no, you can't even cry.
you just lay on your unmade bed, and stare at the side of your window;
looking at those birds, you wish you we're flying with them.
with no care in the world. just nowhere to go.
but you would do it. you want to; oh how you wish you were.
you want to be forgotten; its better off this way.