I look out the window: the sill is the brink
Of my depression, and I think
That maybe I have a chance to escape
If I jump out and run away.
But some things may never change--
I'm always failing and always the same.
Running away won't make me whole
'Cause my demons lie inside my soul.

Mama doesn't get me. She never will.
She's never had to stand on this window sill.
I tried to explain all my emptiness
But there's no rhyme or reason to any of this.
Mama doesn't get me. Neither do I.
We're two broken people and stuck inside--
She in her nightmare, and I in mine.
Despite what we're saying, nothing is fine.

This window that sounds like a mad man's dream
Is much more real than how happy I seem.
Sometimes I laugh till my sides ****** ache,
But in my empty heart, it all feels fake.
Sometimes I smile from ear to ear,
But nothing drowns out my sickening fear.
I'm always stuck standing, looking out that glass,
My life a sh-t movie, my acting first class.

As I look out the window, I often entertain
The idea of joining the fast falling rain.
I never will, but the thought lingers still,
As I bang my fists on my ****** window sill.

We scorned her tears, mocked her fear,
Left her alone to suffer here.
Then when she called for help at last,
We brought the trauma of her past.
When she sobbed out loud, we caused her pain.
When she cried in quiet, we sent her away.
Our help could have easily come,
But for compassion, we had none.
There was no kindness in our hands.
And now a broken girl she stands.

You dont know the day or the hour.
No man's science has the power
To stop, or pause, or speed, or slow;
Every day must come,
Every day must go.
And every minute that passes by
Is closer to the day you die.

Our every thought is to survive;
We often forget that we're alive,
And there's nothing more that we dread
Than the day to come
When we'll be dead.
And every second that passes by
Is closer to eternal life.

You don't know the when or the how.
Prepare to light your latterns now,
For what you reap is what you sow.
Such a time will come,
When every man must go.
And every choice along the way
Reflects upon that Judgement Day.