Leaning on the windowsill,
You look to the night and stare,
Where you should be sleeping.
You never think that,
Someone could be staring back.
Nobody sees you there;
But why should you care when,
That windowsill,
Is all you have to lean on,
I know it's depressing;
To watch the rain is interesting.
You can't express a feeling,
When your sunk below the boat,
Your not really there inside,
Your out there with no coat.
I don't need to stress when nothing matters,
Feelings broken, left there in tatters.
So I'm staying up,
To soak up the sadness.
Where I can watch the rain.
What lies in a puddle,
Lay there in vain.
Nobody sees the pain,
You go through.
Leaning on the windowsill.
But I do.