Lessons on my window sill

I can't recall how many times I stared

Through my window, into the nights

As the winds blew and car horns blared

Unleashing on the night my frights

And summing up all my memories

I remember how the lightning flashed

How the thunder tore the air

And my feelings, to me loudly, clashed

And nobody seemed at all to care

For who I am? Why would they?

The slippery sill beneath me glows

And this verse on its own flows

How many times has the sill taught me?

How many times was I set free?

After every lesson on the window sill

I would make with myself a deal

But under the influence of my will

Often I would have that deal killed

Why to listen to the lessons of my sill

When I will just repeat the bloody drill?

My thoughts are like "Bottom 101"

Every time I allow myself to fall in love

It passes, though, and then I'm numb

Until life again throws in my face a glove

And I fall for it

"Try again, it will be different now",

It whispers, voice light as a feather

And shards of my heart sow the ground

Guess who has to put them back together?

Not the one who broke it

All the cracks have been together glued

But the fragility of it has been proved

How many times has the sill taught me?

How many times was I set free?

After every lesson on the window sill

I would make with myself a deal

But under the influence of my will

Often I would have that deal killed

Why to listen to the lessons of my sill

When I will just repeat the bloody drill?

Who today remembers the names of all girls

But put together, the pain twirls

And the pressure will break me for sure

And the street lights outside the window call

As if even they know that I will fall

Fall victim to that pain

How many times?

How many times…

How many times has the sill taught me?

How many times was I set free?

After every lesson on the window sill

I would make with myself a deal

But under the influence of my will

Often I would have that deal killed

Why to listen to the lessons of my sill

When I will just repeat the bloody drill?

How many times has the sill taught me?

How many times was I set free?

After every lesson on the window sill

I would make with myself a deal

But under the influence of my will

Often I would have that deal killed

Why to listen to the lessons of my sill

When I will just repeat the bloody drill?

Repeat the drill

Repeat the drill

Repeat the drill