Everyday, I look at her,
The most beautiful girl,
Sitting on the windowsill,
Reading her book
Like it's the most important thing to her,
Isn't she afraid of falling,
Like I did for her?
Everyday, I look at her,
As she gets more enchanting,
Her eyes glittering like the ocean,
And I fall a bit more.
But why does she never look at me?
If she ever does,
I'll lay the world at her feet,
And be hers forever.
Today, as I look at her,
She looks at me too,
The sparkle in her eyes gone,
As she falls,
But not like I did for her.
And as her eyes bore into mine,
I know I have it all,
And I lost it all,
At the same time.
.
.
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Everyday, I sit on the windowsill,
Reading my book,
With a smile on my face,
While a storm roares inside me,
As I wish the glass breaks,
And I fall,
Like I've always wanted someone,
To fall for me.
Everyday, I sit on the windowsill,
My need getting stronger.
But why does this glass never break?
If it ever does,
I'll finally be free,
One of my deepest desires fulfilled,
And I'll be happy forever.
Today, as I look into a stranger's eyes,
Finding the love,
I've always wanted,
I fall,
But not like he did for me.
And as his eyes bore into mine,
I know I have it all,
And I lost it all,
At the same time.