The longing glance of the silhouette, how I want you for my own
This everlasting existing feeling I could have given, could have shown
These other beings pop out at the wrong time, the wrong moment where we can stand
I can still feel your touch, I can still taste your smell
But worst of all, you don't want me I can tell
Behind the glass, I see it all, the smiling eyes, the tall happiness
I feel so small knowing reality, I can not hold you, I can not hear you
I am so small feeling those words, you're breaking my heart seams, my emotions in two
Do you see these hands? They were made to fit with yours
Do you see this skin? These bleeding fallacies, the painful soars
Shake my bones, shake off my pride
I can not bear to live one more hour knowing you're happy elsewhere
I'm breaking inside, can't you see what this distress has done to me?
You are all I want, all I see
Nightmares have been replaced with your pure dreams, sweet dreams
Chasing your delightful being upon a ballroom floor
Halt I see it! I can see your hand opening my door!
Your chance, your admiration! Is this true?
for I am incorrect, lost in my own delicacy of Wonderland and Reality
Behind the glass, I feel it all, the disfigured smile, the diminutive salvation
I see nothing but abandonment, the everlasting hole in my chest
Realizing you've escaped, brings nothing
it takes away my best
Do you not love? Or am I a tool?
Do you not love? Or am I a fool?
Dear Guardian Angel up above, feed me my choices
For here I beg on my knees for an answer, to hear all the right voices
Here I lay beneath the cracks of what we call Earth, only to conceive barren sadness
"I can still feel your touch, I can still taste your smell
But worst of all, you don't want me I can tell"