The view from a window
to a city barely standing,
the view from a window
to a place that's crumbling.

Who knew this place
would end up like this?
Beautiful days,
left to reminisce.

I don't know what I'm seeing,
from way up this high.
I'm having trouble recognizing,
the place that meant my life.

The view from up here
blurs things out.
Or is it that I'm unable,
to see things clear.

I'm confused and amused,
by this adrenaline inside
me, I want to jump but,
does it have to end in suicide?

This view makes me sick,
it's so different, this place
makes me stop and think,
that's it's me, the one who's changed.