107 Windows

One hundred seven windows reflect every thought I left unsaid
And despite my urge, I didn't greet a soul when I fled
I had my reasons like I know you always will have yours
And there's no use in licking any wounds
While dwelling in a nest made out of pins
No charm is left in any of our flaws
My coin has been tossed
I'm on the wrong side of the story
My star has gone black, but I cannot say
"I'm sorry"

You'd better heal those broken arms before you welcome anybody in
Cause feeling lonely being many, well, I have known it to be grim
Our world is crouching in slow motion
And you laugh to cover up your frown
I'll go on dancing limp until I find a groove to walk on
I'll find a groove to walk on

My coin has been tossed
I'm on the wrong side of the story
My stars have gone blue, but I cannot say
"I'm sorry"
I'll pay what is due
Here on the wrong side of the story