I Saw You Through The Window Pain

I saw you through the window pain
My heart was broken from the hammer you had fall
No nothing really matters in my life at all
There’s something quite not right about the way you call

I know he was there when you told me we were through
I guess that’s the kicks you get when devils do
The world is a sick place and now you are part of it too
No smiles on the face of this clown painted on by you

I could kill you and justify it to the crown courts
A man born and fell in love then ripped out by the very source
If you knew the darkness that my mind took its only course
You’d probably laugh and say you sad idiot it’s just a game of force.

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Of the anger and longing in the one who’s betrayed! Very well written!


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