Behind the glass - [Black Giada]

The story of someone trapped between choices while a dead relationship keeps tightening around them like a quiet vice, eroding their identity and haunting every attempt to move forward.

#Synthwave #darkwave #electronicmusic #postpunk #coldwave #retrowave

Lyric:

Two paths diverge,
I stand between
and drift away.
Crowds surround,
but none can see—
if I don’t move now,
I cease to be.

Mirror cracked,
truth misread.
I trace the lines
of what I fled.
Plans for one,
dreams for two—
but nothing fits
like it used to do.

I see your face
behind the glass.
It calms, it cuts,
it doesn’t pass.

I see your face
behind the glass.
It calms, it cuts,
it doesn’t pass.

We were immortal,
but never there.
Washed ashore,
gasping air.
Designs erased,
intent gone blind.
I walk the edge
of fractured mind.

I spoke in shimmer,
you vanished in thread.
The meaning bent
where silence led.

I see your face
behind the glass.
It calms, it cuts,
it doesn’t pass.

I see your face
behind the glass.
It calms, it cuts,
it doesn’t pass.