My seat is by the window
I get to look out into a parking lot
Many cars are parked out there
I can't seem to want to be here
I relate to the red one in the back
It's cracked and has no plate
It's lights are shattered
and its bumper is bruised
I wonder who drives it

I know the girl in front of me
She's nice as can be
She sits by the window too
And i see her also writing poetry
I wonder if she would share hers,
if i shared mine, but i can't
Mine are too sad, and hers look light
I don't want to ruin another's life