Tell me when you look through the glass at me
Tell me when you look through the glass at me
Is there something I can say
Is there somehow I can change this scene?
What's written in your thoughts even before I speak?
Each gaze may flicker by
This face, this mind's a thousand years and a million stories
Tell me am I worth, am I worth the time
Tell me am I worth, am I worth the time
Can you valuate a heart can you take it all apart in kind?
Can I tell you who I am or will you pay no mind?
I am what I create
These words, this life, to me they're something, maybe nothing