Walls Of Glass

Why do you buy

What the world says

It thinks you should be?

Living your life through the pages

Of some magazine?

Why try to have it all right now?

Why leave behind what is real

For store-bought treasures?



Chorus:

The dream's not true

The dream won't last

You're just building your life

On illusion

Those things will lie

Those things will pass

They will shatter like walls

Made of glass



Not satisfied with the things

That are placed in your hands

Preoccupied with the fantasies

Of what you'll have

Why judge your worth

By what you own?

Why do you fall for the lie

That "more is better"?



Repeat Chorus