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 I'm 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 [bad word] initialized 
And folded up like paper dolls and little notes 
You can't expect to bitter folks 
And while you're outside looking in 
Describing what you see 
Remember what you're staring at is me