me
me
A symptom I live every day.
A vacant gaze admits far more
Than words could hope to say
Plaintively, you look through me,
Like a child through fogging panes
And all I am is glass to you,
Doing nothing to hide the rain.
A symptom I live every day.
A vacant gaze admits far more
Than words could hope to say
Plaintively, you look through me,
Like a child through fogging panes
And all I am is glass to you,
Doing nothing to hide the rain.