Looking Through A Glass House

Sitting here looking at the sky wondering if you're still standing by, no where to hide in this world of games, pushing and pulling calling out your name.

Stones are being thrown across my window pane, they just don't understand all of my pain, Looking through a glass house not knowing how much it rains inside; dumping all the drama and stress in my ear hoping that I will compromise.

I've tried so hard to hold on to you, but nothing ever changes and the skies are no longer blue.

The days and nights that I toss and turn trying my best with no where to run.

Looking Through a Glass House doesn't tell the whole story of my life.

When you assume things that you don't understand -- you're throwing stone to a house that you don't live in -- Don't misjudge a home that you do not own; just ask the question to the unknown.