Looking out my window
I can see so many things
Gone afar and plenty
Like I even know thats what it means
Looking out my window
I can see my face reflected
in the shallow twilight pane
so hurt and so neglected
Now looking out my window
I can see some other things
I can see you and the pain your brought me
blotting out the winter voice which sings
in my heart deep inside
the ice as yet unbroken
waiting for that spellbound moment
when I dare to find that token
the one which you gave me, once upon a time
before the pain and beatings
before I learned to live with simply mine
and gave up on our and we things
Looking out my window
I have an urge to break the glass
wipe away the memories
reflected back and back to me, a task
ing revelation, it seems so long ago
when I stopped being what you needed
and turned my head to go
We never said goodbye
As I watched the bruises fade
I finally learned the lesson
I finally the price paid
But sometimes it gets too high
even for my soul
For in learning how to leave you
I never learned how to let go
Looking out my window,
I touch the shining glass
the winter flakes are falling
As the tears break through my mask
The one I made from anger
and hurt and loss and fear
the one I took not so long ago
But which now seems like years and years
Yes, I learned how to leave you
And I learned how to hurt
I learned how to beat you
Or at least to make it seem like so
When did I stop
Looking out the window
When did I leave
that magic girl behind?
Whenever I learned to walk away
And left behind whats mine.