Blank face in the windowpane
Made clear in seconds of light
Disappears and returns again
Counting hours, searching the night

Might be waiting for someone
Might be there for us to see
Might be in need of talking
Might be staring directly at me

Inside plays a lullaby
Slurred voice over children cries
On the inside

Haunting loneliness in the eye
Skin covering a secret scar
His hand is waving a goodbye
There's no response or action returned

There is deep prejudice in me
Outshines all reason inside
Given dreams all ridden with pain
And projected unto the last

Picture this if you will. Your trapped in the bathroom. the door is locked and smoke is coming through from the other side. Your head hurts. Your cold, scared, and lonely. The only person who can unlock the door is at the other side screeming all your mis givings at you. You try to talk but she wont listen, she is determioned to account for all your flaws. so you keep trying to get out. But every movement hurts. Every word burns in your throught. the smoke keeps filling up the room. its getting hard to breath. Each breath hurts a little more. But still, you try to bargain with the person on the other side of the door. But they seem oblivius to whats going on on your side of the door. There screemes of anger keep geting louder, and louder, and louder.  Your ears start to bleed. every thing hurts. your eyes start watering. Now your becoming week. but still you try to bargain with the door keeper. But she still doesnt hear you. It is a compleaty 1 sided argument. you know you cant win, she wont relent. Your limbs start to go numb, you no longer feel cold. You feel kinda waitless. you lose touch with reality. So in the end you just collapse onto the floor, and hope, pray. that some one will open the door. that someone will save you.

picture that and you will know how i feel right now.