Looking through this window, I see a life of joy.
A family that looks happy, with every girl and boy.
This could be any family, through this window that I see.
Secret's hide behind a door, in which I have no key.

The father might be doing drugs, the mother may not care.
The children could be real ******* up, and you'll never know it's there.
Looking through this window, I see a life of joy.
But looks can be deceiving, to every girl and boy.

There money could be real well spent, this family might be poor.
You take a guess to what is real, behind the bedroom door.
Abuse can happen, in many ways, but is it really true?
Looking through this window, there's nothing you can do.

This family acts real happy, there hearts are full of grace.
There are no facts behind these words, except the writing on there face.
A simple guess is all it takes, you better hope your right.
Looking through this window, you play it all by sight.