my heart is racing
 I see you
through the double paned glass
seeing what live's given you since we spoke last

a gift, a blessing, it brings a tear to my eye
knowing what thinks could have been, and what they did become

I feel the pain brand new
a tear drops from my eye
to see you at a distance
and waiting for a reply

 I was scared to send the message, but know life is to short
to live behind wished, for fear or remorse
so I put a bullit in the chamber, I aimed it at my heart

to help my heart grow numb once more, so that I could do
shattering the glass between us and finally speak to you
do you know I wrote you, do you know that I still care
or have you forgotten I was even, ever there?

well drink a glass for me old friend
to let die the past and finally
say goodbye, and breaking through the glass.