Glasswalls / Loquacity

Pressed up on the wall But your body won't get through Dressed up in the fog Can't nobody get to you What's on the other side of all these glass walls? I can see right through you, but can't get over you at all And I throw my stones at you and say you ain't that tall Cus I'd rather make you shatter, than sit and wait for you to fall To fall, to bust the walls I love Don't want the front, I'm giving up Don't you give up on me Don't you give up on me Don't you give up on me Don't you give up on me What's on the other side of all these glass walls? I can see right through you, but can't get over you at all And I throw my stones, crack you and say you ain't that tall Cus I'd rather make you shatter, than sit and wait for you to fall I hate... I hate feeling so trapped Am I good enough? Do I entertain you? Am I good enough? Do you see right through me? Do you even see me at all? Do you notice changes in your attention, you know, with your illness? Huh? Do you notice changes? But, do you notice having problems focusing attention Or keeping your attention on things? Yea Tell me about that I don't know. What was that again? When's the last time you felt... When's the last time you felt good?