Through the looking glass

I'm looking at you through the glass,
don't know how much time has passed 
Oh God it feels like forever, but no one ever tells you that 
Forever feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head...

How do you feel? That is the question...
But I forget you don't expect an easy answer 
When something like a soul becomes initialized and folded up like 
Paper dolls and little notes, you can't expect a bit of hope
So while you're outside looking in, describing what you see 
Remember what you're staring at is me..

//stone sour