I don't make promises 

Cuz once you find out what the promise is you expect it 

But look, I'm used to being lied to, being used too, used to being looked through

Like a window as if you may see my soul 

You look through me as if you may hear what's being told

As if you may see a big red bold sold sign on my dome

The rain falls down the window pane, cliche 

Cuz no one feels the window's pain i say 

Cuz people look through her 

And don't bother to wipe any stain that bruises her

mental abuses her 

Not human, but mind over matter sir

I don't make promises because I'm a window 

I know what the promise is, cuz i've been over looked so

Cover me up with a curtain, and I'm certain 

You'll end up worse than yourself 

You'll end up cradling the blood that is coming off the shelf that is you

The window, the mistletoe 

Kiss me sweetly underneath so

You may look at me 

Instead of through and see 

No...glass lined face

No see through empty space

No confidence running a relay race

To be acknowledged 

I sheild myself by my curtain though 

I come alive when the curtain's closed 

When no one's atound to watch

And see how I am really 

I am really truly intruiged by what you see through that window 

Also I'm really truly relieved that you believed what you left though

You turned left so the right row won't know 

What you go through

That you're known to mess up

You messed up the dress up

And you know the best up

...Next passing this test

Ain't no type of happines fest 

But watch what you do for the rest of those restless nights spent alone

Spittin' home, the place known to be where you buried the bone

Right next to the stone 

Labeled: Window's throne

And Im gone