stone sour...

... through 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 question
but i forget... you don't expect an easy answer
when something like a soul becomes
initialized and folded up like paper dolls and little notes
you can't expect a bit of hope
so while you're outside looking in
describing what you see
remember what you're staring at is me

cause i'm looking at you through the glass...
don't know how much time has passed
all i know is that it feels like forever
when no one ever tells you
that forever feels like home,
sitting all alone inside your head...

how much is real? so much to question
an epidemic of the mannequins
contaminating everything...