i've thought about windows before, 
but this one's too high. 
filtered light, trees outside. 
is this the end? 
fifteen, and bleeding, 
and leaving myself behind. 
i have to believe 
that things would be different 
if someone had told me 
what i'm telling you now. 
if someone had warned me. 
is this the end of everything? 
fifteen minutes later, 
and oh, how i've changed.