cause i cant feel what you feel im afraid to see whats real cause one cant go on, go on being beat upon and i cant even see how lucky it is to be me and i feel ashamed because your life is my worst dream through windows we look but when cannot feel the anguish suffering and harsh ordeals, no sense, no sense of empathy, is this thw way the way it has to be, and you you look to me for sympathy but what can i say i might know if i felt the pain but we just look away ignore the pain through windows must break the pane through windows i see you
