The glass room a place where the walls don’t echo. Where everything is visible but nothing touches. Where you’re watched, categorized, explained… but never really met. Polished with the fingerprints of people who never wanted to get to know all of you… Just the parts they wanted.
That’s the glass room.
Most people believe that transparency is preferable to clarity… That being merely understood is the same as being known. They put their pain on display hoping someone will look at it long enough to understand it and maybe feel it with them… But… The glass never breaks.
You won’t find lyrics here because there were none left. Just pressure. Just the slow, unspoken shift from entrapment to total collapse. The sound of fists on invisible walls. The moment when silence stops being peaceful and becomes violent…
Glass Room is not so much a song, as a fracture. The fractures we create in ourselves to fit the mold, for other people. Always alone, always on display.
And eventually… it cracks.
Not in protest, for show, to be heard… But because something inside refused to compress anymore.
If you’ve ever sat behind glass while the world offered sympathy without cost… this song is for you.
If you’ve ever felt like you were the one thing no one in the room was trying to reach… this song is for you.
If you’ve ever stopped asking to be understood… this song is you.
Don’t stare blankly through the glass.
Shatter it.
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