I look out my window pain, everyday And I watch the people go by Happy faces laugh at me holding hands Theres a bum by a trash can I stay in and never venture out If I do, I might die (Spoken) I hear voices inside my head And they tell me Id be better off dead I have a gun to blow myself away Does that mean Im insane Crumbled walls are watching me die No one hears my tortured cries Will I stay or jump someday Dust to dust, my window pain