Behind The Glass.She has always been here,Behind The Glass. by TourniKit
no matter how lost I may seem.
She doesn't think I'm weird,
I see her and she sees me.
Sometimes she looks different
but looks the same way at me.
My only real friend,
whatever that means.
She'd never give a disapproving sneer,
she's the only one that really sees me.
I tell her to come over here,
I tell her to come play with me.
I wonder what she feels like,
if her voice is like mine.
I wonder what she would be like,
I don't know what I would find.
I put my hand out towards her,
and she reaches for mine.
She looks lonely over there,
and I just watch her cry.
Sometimes I think she looks like a mess
yet I find comfort in her imperfect flesh.
She's my friend, the very best.
I know she's different from the rest.
When I try to speak to her,
she never replies.
She never comes out
and I ask her why.
She just makes me laugh
and watches me cry.
One day I thought I'd let her free
I broke the glass so she'd play with me.
But when the glass breaks,
I cracked her face