I look trough the window
To the clouds that come and go
Pen and paper are lying here before me
Looking for the words to describe what I see

The paper is getting rippled from the tears that I cry
Sitting here and asking why
Why do I feel alone when everybody is around?
The teardrops are like rivers coming down

Here I am looking trough the window
And I don’t know
Am I good enough
Are you still here when things get rough………