Stone Sour - Through glass

I'm looking at you thr^Bbough the glass Don't know how much t^Cime has passed Oh God it f^Dmeels like forever, but ^Dmno one ever tells you That for^Bbever feels like home, s^Citting all alone inside y^Dmour head

'Cause I'm looking at you thr^Bbough the glass Don't know how much t^Cime has passed All I know is that it f^Dmeels like forever, but ^Dmno one ever tells you That for^Bbever feels like home, s^Citting all alone inside y^Dmour head

How do you f^Bbeel? That is the q^Cuestion But I forg^Dmet you don't expect an easy answer When s^Bbomething like a soul becomes in^Citialized and folded up Like p^Dmaper dolls and little notes, you can't expect a bit of hope

So wh^Bbile you're outside looking in, descr^Cibing what you see R^Dmemember what you're staring at is me

'Cause I'm looking at you thr^Bbough the glass Don't know how much tim^Ce has passed All I know is that it f^Dmeels like forever, but no one ever tells you That for^Bbever feels like home, s^Citting all alone inside y^Dmour head

How much is r^Bbeal? So much to q^Cuestion An epid^Dmemic of the mannequins, contaminating everything We th^Bbought came from the heart, but n^Cever did right from the start J^Dmust listen to the noises, null and void instead of voices

B^Bbefore you tell yourself, it's j^Cust a different scene Rem^Dmember it's just different from what you've seen

I'm looking at you thr^Bbough the glass Don't know how much t^Cime has passed And all I know is that it f^Dmeels like forever, but no one ever tells you That for^Bbever feels like home, s^Citting all alone inside y^Dmour head

'Cause I'm looking at you thr^Bbough the glass Don't know how much t^Cime has passed And all I know is that it f^Dmeels like forever, but no one ever tells you That for^Bbever feels like home, s^Citting all alone inside y^Dmour head

And it's the st^Bbars, the st^Cars That sh^Dmine for you And it's the st^Bbars, the st^Cars That l^Dmie to you, yeah-ah

And it's the st^Bbars, the st^Cars That sh^Dmine for you And it's the st^Bbars, the st^Cars That l^Dmie to you, yeah-ah

I'm looking at you thr^Bbough the glass Don't know how much t^Cime has passed Oh, god it f^Dmeels like forever, but no one ever tells you That for^Bbever feels like home, s^Citting all alone inside y^Dmour head

'Cause I'm looking at you thr^Bbough the glass Don't know how much t^Cime has passed All I know is that it f^Dmeels like forever, but no one ever tells you That for^Bbever feels like home, s^Citting all alone inside y^Dmour head

And it's the st^Bbars, the st^Cars That sh^Dmine for you, yeah-ah And it's the st^Bbars, the st^Cars That l^Dmie to you, yeah-ah

And it's the st^Bbars, the st^Cars That sh^Dmine for you, yeah-ah And it's the st^Bbars, the st^Cars That l^Dmie to you, yeah yeah

^BbOh and the stars ^COh and the stars, they l^Dmie