Stone Sour

Why is everything so gray – is everything so strange?
Is everything so thrown together by mistake?
Why is everything contrite – is everything a plight?
Is everything so insincere and out of sight?
Why – does everything seem wrong?
Does everything look drawn?
Does everything seem blasted like it don’t belong?

Stone Sour
Trough Glass
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 home, sitting all alone inside your head
How do you feel?
That is the questionBut i forget..
you dont expect and easy answer
When something like a soul becomes
Initialized and folded up like paper dolls and little notes
You cant expect to bitter folks
And while your outside looking in
Describing what you see
Remember what your staring at is me