I looked out of a misted window,
The glass covered with tiny drops of water,
I remember it wasn’t raining that day,
Id cried until my head just fell and rested on the glass,
The tears rolled from my eyes and hit the cold hard surface
My breath so warm the window clouded
How could this hurt so much?

I looked out of the misted window,
My eyes now dry and sore from staring,
You never came that day,
Although I wished and hoped you’d come back,
There was no point in pleading coz u didn’t want to,
Ill never regret the day I cried for something that wasn’t
coming.