pane of glass
I sit behind my pane of glass
Watching as the world goes past
My room is dark it’s hard to see
I’ve lost the person I used to be
It’s been so long it’s hard to know
If I broke out which way do I go
Nobody stops to look in at me
My glass is to dirty they cannot see
But each time I clean off a bit of dust
Another layer replaces it with a rush
It’s hard to keep going, to clean it all off
It’s hard to do when you’re frightened and lost
I sit behind my “pain” of glass
Sobbing as the world goes past.
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