I stood leaning against the windowsill.
My workshirt the only thing still on.
Worked seemed like a blur, no one knew
what to say to me, hell I wouldn’t know
what to say to me for that matter.

Things were going so well, a promotion
a new place, our careers taking off,
we were so happy and in love but
now I guess we really weren’t.

I stand leaning against the windowsill
knowing your not coming back to this
home anymore.

Kimber Michaela 2010