Staring thru a glass window wondering if she's coming home tonight
Staying out drinking and getting into bar fights

Staring thru a glass window seeing tears falling from my eyes
I wonder if she can see me cry

Staring thru a glass window seeing all the little kids play with their parents
I dont even bother i just stay away

Staring thru a glass window as she gets beat
I cry because I feel bad and I never get sleep

Staring thru a glass window when i see the red and blue lights flashing
She's dead I cant even cry my tears are all dried up

Staring to that same glass window everyday wishing things could of changed......