The window's closed, the wind just blows
The curtains are drawn, but still they flow

The raindrop changes the atmosphere, why am I here?

The whole world's out, living their best life
Everyone's happy but still they strive

You can have that too

He wants to go out, but like a disease
The fear clings onto him, and he freezes

"Will they accept me?"

With that one though he shakes his head
"Leave it, just leave it, I'll paint something instead."

So he made his way to the drawer containing
The paints, the brushes and canvas number three

And at that moment, he set his emotions free

Satisfaction, is what he felt
He was happy, anyone could tell

The parties, the smoking
That wasn't his type
Just give him some paint
He'll get all the hype

You won't know what it feels like

The world, the messed up world, don't know what happiness is
They don't, no they don't, know the meaning of pure bliss

Among fake smiles and busy lives
His feelings were pure in the dark of the night

He gave the final touches and stood back to examine
Just like her, it turned out attractively fine

Time was still, outside and inside
It was just him and his passion for the night

He took the canvas and put it among the rest, for he couldn't give it to her
No one can bring back the dead

'One day, I'll see you, everything will work out fine'
With this thought in head, he stumbled as there was no light

He saw the moving cars as reality crashed upon his mind
He saw as everything rolled back to life