Man things been changing like the seasons, one minute I'm watching to see next minute I'm stuck thinking who do you want me to be. Like blood the window is covered with red sheets up at night the light escapes the sides of this mysterious beast the window shows me a lot my eyes are glued like my feet sweeping all the thoughts on the floor so I have room for my dreams to one day escape where I am or maybe leave who I am...minutes go by and I'm watchful of the day where I can stand out of my pride.