It's hard to find words to say to you, words roll out of my mind, my lips stick like glue, it's hard to watch you cry at the window ledge, watching your tears follow carefully carved streams down the window pain, paths worn away by years of rain.

A sad scene, a song of pain, of twisted emotions, and callous motives, he tried to run, he tripped, he fell, oh that kid, didn't he do damn well. Tripped upon his own thoughts choking, misfit of his own misfortune, wrong place wrong time...