The days I spent
staring out my window
at teardrops streaming down the pane
wondering

Although there may be truth
in the lies told
Although there may be truth
to the days I spent

with the blue walls
with the faces ripped off
to the hidden blades
and fallen tears

Although there may be truth
in those faces
ripped
only to be put into boxes
with no holes to breathe

Although there may be truth
in the girl
who used to dance and sing
Although there may be truth
in the days she spent

Although the days I spent
were filled with lies
that they told
and the faces that
were ripped off the blue walls
with tears streaming down the pane

Although there may be truth
in the days I spent
waiting for you