Wall of Glass

So pretty
Her face incased in cellophane
I love her I don't know her name
The dots make up her face for me
It's never always just the same
Though I can't tell you in which ways
It's cleanly daydream days to come
And bring us all the drug
To cure us our sweet love

It doesn't matter how happy life becomes
I will always think about her when I see the sunset

The black mold on my curtain is starting to look like a face
She stares at me when I shower and she always has something to say
I ask her why she's torturing me and she says she doesn't know
She just thinks it's funny to
I pull back the curtain and start playing the part of myself



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Edwards
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