im looking at you through the glass dont know how much time has passed oh god it feels like forever and 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 dont exspect a simple answer when something like a soul become initialized and folded up like paper dolls and little notes you cant exspect the bitter folks and while your out side looking in describe what you see remember what your staring at is me 'cause im looking at you through the glass dont know how much time has passed all i know is it feels like forever and no one ever tells you that forever feels like home sitting all alone inside you head