I look out my window pain, everyday 

And I watch the people go by 

Happy faces laugh at me holding hands 

Theres a bum by a trash can 



I stay in and never venture out 

If I do, I might die 

(Spoken) 

I hear voices inside my head 

And they tell me Id be better off dead 

I have a gun to blow myself away 

Does that mean Im insane 



Crumbled walls are watching me die 

No one hears my tortured cries 

Will I stay or jump someday 

Dust to dust, my window pain