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I'm looking at you through the glass

Don't know how much time has passed

Oh God it feels like forever

But no one ever tells you that forever feels like home

Sitting all alone inside your head

How do you feel, that is the question

But I forget, you don't expect an easy answer

When something like a soul becomes initialized

Folded up like paper dolls and little notes

You can't expect a bit of hope

So while you're outside looking in

Describing what you see

Remember what you're staring at is me

Stone Sour_Through Glass


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