Captured behind walls of glass,
I see her world but let it pass.
Out of the reach of my hands,
she walks trough non-existing lands.
Dreaming her nightmare,
of things that aren’t there,
Running from the real dreams,
non-realistic as it seems.
Time flies by, but leaves her behind,
forevermore searching what she can’t find.
Seeking for what hurts her,
but running from the pains,
Too confused to understand,
insane as she remains…

I look trough my window,
blind for what I see,
staring at the running girl,
not knowing the girl is me…
So confused and so insane,
thousand diseases without any pain.
Behind this walls of glass, we stay,
both we are hunters, both we are prey.

There she goes,
running to be free,
struggling with herself – with me.
Creating her own depth and fall,
drowning, out of reach, behind this wall.
Locked up within herself, so alone,
after all this time she turns to stone.
Bleeding, because she tried to break the glass,
she failed, she drowns, within this loneliness.

Behind this prison of glass,
I look at her struggling and her fight,
until sunrise reveals my reflection,
both we cry in morning light.

Within these walls,
she falls, she falls,
she cries and bleeds,
and no one sees…

In the light, there’s no defend,
I see the mirror, and I understand.
She runs forever – like I do.
in the light, I whisper:
“Invisible girl, I am you…”

Behind this wall,
I fall, I fall,
victim of my own disease,
I cry and cry and no one sees…