This is the epitome of what isn't right in all we see in our lives,
But no one lifts a finger we're just protesting in silence,
Complaining to each other,
But what does that get us in our lives?
'Cause you know it's not alright

I'm leaving through the window again,
Are you ever gonna miss me my friend?
'Cause I know it's all done,
And I just wanna' end it with the sound of a gun.

This is the epitome of our world,
Something that's so completely unfurled in me,
Or at least I think it is 'cause I'm so useless,
And I'm feeling so under stress

I'm leaving through the window again,
Are you really gonna' miss me my friend?
And I know it's all been done,
And I just wanna' end it with the sound of a gun.

And I know I could be wrong,
I'm not under the false pretence I'm not,
I'm under assurances from my brain,
That I'm not completely insane.

This is the epitome of me,
Someone so tired and unassuming,
I know it's not how it seems,
But that's how I know I am in my dreams,
And you think that it's alright,

But I'm leaving through the window again
And you're never gonna miss me my friend,
And the hidden meanings been played and done,
But you don't think I mean what I've sung.