When you look through the window, do you see
Across the midnight sky beyond the night
This perfect perfection of lights and trees
Blurred in the visonless faith of our sight
A warm hand pressed against the frosted glass
Wandering mind and a wondering heart
Asking why life didn't wait for the past
Or warn me before I began to start
The path of commitment to the wrong place
That will keep me uncertain in hindsight
Somewhere between lonely thoughts and mistakes
My conscience should have said this isn't right
If I had outlined my lips with chocolate
Would that have changed fate's attempt to stop it?
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