I pretend the rain against the window,

is the tears I cannot shed,

behind it, some are having lunch,

I doubt they know that I watch,

how they'll ask me for coffee.


But I skim all life long, you hear this?

it's the wind, not at all my feelings

I've been ill, not weeping out loud

"cave in, miss," they say "release us."

how can you, discuss this over tea?


"give in please" who I am, refuses

what I've become, however's ruthless

I give in, kill all I order,

if I don't see the fear in eyes,

no one in here gets to sleep,

dying slow for you is mercy.