Broken Walls

There are walls around my heart, made

from years of pain and isolation. I wish

you were using a hammer to break the-

m down because then at least I'd know

I should resist. But instead you are slo-

wly taking the walls apart, brick by bri-

ck, and I'm so very helpless to stop you. 

I'm trying to put up the walls again, but
the bricks are crumbling beneath my fi-
ngers and I have nothing to fill in the cr-
acks with. I've spent so long building al-
l these walls that I forgot they were the-
re and now for the life of me I just can't 
remember the way I built them before.


You knock me down and pick me back up
 again but I forgive you every time beca-
use you have no idea what you're doing. 
Through the cracks in the walls, my heart 
is pulling me to you, but my head is screa-
ming that I should run and and hide myse
lf behind that wall again, however weak.

I'm at war with myself and I don't know 
what to do, so I'll just sit here on the co-
ld grass and feel the equally cold bricks 
against my back while I eat leftover cho-
colate and stop my heart from becoming
as cold as the dilapidated, broken bricks. 

"Take all that you have,
And turn it into something
You would miss if
Somebody threw that brick,
Shattered all your plans."
          -Brand New