I live in a glass world of shame.
I clear shade,
of a home in which I dwell in.
Looking back,
I realize,
How much shame i try to hide.
Cover the windows.
Drape them with sin.
Scrambling through each room;
Hiding each moment of the past,
Distorting all the glass.
I hide away.
Changing every moment,
That I live through day by day.
