Before my eyes, my walls
Cracked, crumbled and fell apart.
To be "seen" has put a great toll
On me. Toll to my heart.
I'm used to the feeling of the cold
Walls on my back, i need not of warmth.
But let my walls crumble, and i'll build
Another. Just me, the wall and earth.
I've let one to my inner space, once.
The fuzzy feeling weren't new at all.
My back recognize the heat but well,
The stabbing feeling wasnt forgotten at all, not even once.
But my, what persistent! Where? Why?
This is my sanctuary, my walls, my earth.
Stop that miserable poundings and cry,
Rumpelstiltskin, I, thinks it has no worth.
I shan't drop a brick.
You shan't see me bleak.
But before my eyes, my walls
Cracked, crumbled and fell apart.
To be "seen" has put a great toll
On me. Toll to this betraying heart.
Just a little warmth.
Just a little hope.
Just a little thought.
Just a little love... Would fix this dope.
Theres a hole,
In the wall,
(hear my brain) I think its no good,
(hear my heart) I feel its for my own good.
