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.