I see a glass wall.
Sometimes I pretend it's not there.
I ignore the people on the other side,
And I stick with my side.
Because it's comfortable.
It's easy.
My side has the friends I laugh and smile around.
There are some newcomers,
But they came of their own accord.
My eyes can't help but catch on a figure
Who stands on the other side.
A sheet of glass is all that separates us,
But I can't do anything.
The wall is too much.
It controls my world,
And I can't fight it.
Maybe,
Whispers the girl with colored hair beside me.
You put the wall there yourself.
And so I lock eyes with the figure.
And,
Finally,
I decide to wave.
