I lived in a glass house once... it was perfect
perfect walls... perfect floors... perfect ceiling...
...always perfect... but never happy
that's what happens though isn't it?
when you live in the idea that your life should be scrutinized by strangers
when your life, becomes their life
Don't throw stones they say
Don't break down those perfect walls, perfect floors, perfect ceiling
Don't shatter our expectations of you
I threw stones
Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 11:02 PM UTC
I lived in a glass house once... it was perfect
perfect walls... perfect floors... perfect ceiling...
...always perfect... but never happy
that's what happens though isn't it?
when you live in the idea that your life should be scrutinized by strangers
when your life, becomes their life
Don't throw stones they say
Don't break down those perfect walls, perfect floors, perfect ceiling
Don't shatter our expectations of you
I threw stones
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