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Glass
where am i headed, that's all i ask
staring in the mirror, staring at a mask
moving so slowy, thinking so fast
trying to hold on, here where nothing lasts
ahead in the future, back in the past
not really concerned, my time has passed
saw the prize and so i dashed, and i crashed
and i smashed my way to the cash
only to find out, it was locked behind glass.
