When you forget to see the window in front of you.
You can't help but to look on through.
You forget that you're not part of their world.
And you see the rain, but you can't feel it.
And when you're lost in their world, a spectator at best.
And they're wearing their troubles on their sleeve, on their chest.
You feel so close, and yet you are separated.
And you can see their pain, but you can't feel it.
VaughnTophat Community Member 
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