When I reach my hand out all I feel is a cold white wall I can see through to you but I can’t touch Their eyes don’t feel as friendly and smiles are more invisible to my eyes so black and stone I can't reach out to you like I did before I feel myself drifting away from them I'm enclosed now, isolated in a place that holds me back When I reach out to you I know I seem cold But it's hard to break It's hard for me to find another way Nothing's changed.