I wish there was something more than this thin clear glass
Between me and my memories
I still see them
I still here the words that were spoken
Sometimes if I hold my hand close to the glass
I can feel the same hurt I did back then
I've asked for someone to come build a thicker wall here
Because I haven't seemed to be able to by myself
Where is my help?
I can't look the other way my whole life
Sometimes that knife breaks the glass and cuts me on the arm
Too bad I'm used to it
So I just heal up as the blood dries
But I've got to be carefull before the knife hits a scab
And I never heal
I'm going to call you one more time to come help me put up a wall here
If you don't answer then I will just have to get used to it like I have for the past year
It will only hurt a little bit