Windows

cause i can't feel what you feel I'm afraid to see what's real cause one can't go on, go on being beat upon and i can't even see how lucky it is to be me and i feel ashamed because your life is my worst dream through windows we look but when cannot feel the anguish suffering and harsh ordeals, no sense, no sense of empathy, is this thw way the way it has to be, and you you look to me for sympathy but what can i say i might know if i felt the pain but we just look away ignore the pain through windows must break the pane through windows i see you