There comes a time Where you wake up And see Whats reality And whats a dream And you feel The Glass Wall Beneath your fingertips Completely surrounded Divided, Helpless, Unguided. Searching for a way out, a crack in the wall. But Darling, The Glass Wall Only lies within yourself
n.b
the first parts of bohemian rhapsody basically,,, rewrote an old poem of when i was constantly dissociating