WALLS
I dont remember when I laid the first brick...
I just wanted it to stick
To other bricks
And to stack quick!
I wanted the wall's protection
From future disappointment and frustration.
Drama has so twisted my perception
That I feel like God's exception.
Skepticism coming from every direction.
Trust is nowhere to be found in this erection.
Every opportunity is met by inner confrontation.
I keep my heart locked in an emotional police station.
As if it did something wrong.
Heart controls choices.
Choices do not control heart.
You say I'm wrong
Because I choose to feel the way I feel.
But a fool and his dreams will soon part.
One + one + one + one does not equal four.
There is much irregular structure
To be found in relationship torture.
A stack of toy building blocks
Ready to tumble at any time.
It feels like I'm standing on rocks
But I'm surrounded by sharks
At the same time.
Hope keeps me standing
When I feel like falling.
I built the walls so easily
Once the labor took over me.
The burden rolls off my back
And lands on my chest comfortably.
Like acid reflux
IT SUCKS!!
I don't believe in the word trust.
I'd rather be hit by a bus!
Dont try to force your way in
'Cause OUT you will be 'cussed'.
I can't help it.
I've gotten so used to it.
You can't break through
And I can't let you.
So what do we do??
Stack our raggedy walls together
Just so they crumble like New Orleans
In stormy weather?
Or do we stay separate
And pretend to not be desperate?
Desperate for an end to the construction
Of our malfunction.
Fear is such a beautiful obstruction...
On your path to becoming a prospect.
But you cant BE a PROSpect
Because YOU
Are a SUSpect!
I don't have to know you.
My walls know you.
Before you say "goodbye"
I got my bricks stacked ten feet high.
But if I let you...
Come through...
And we choose to...
Put on our wall climbing shoes...
Then you must be the one
Because only the Queen of Evasia
Has the soul that fits those shoes.
Every wall is a journey.
A journey passed jail, homelessness, loneliness...
Passed closed doors, confusion, and expensive attorneys.
But I heart-built these walls brick by brick by brick by brick.
My fortress of solitude.
My Department of Defense.
My Walls.
Quorizzzzzzzma
I dont remember when I laid the first brick...
I just wanted it to stick
To other bricks
And to stack quick!
I wanted the wall's protection
From future disappointment and frustration.
Drama has so twisted my perception
That I feel like God's exception.
Skepticism coming from every direction.
Trust is nowhere to be found in this erection.
Every opportunity is met by inner confrontation.
I keep my heart locked in an emotional police station.
As if it did something wrong.
Heart controls choices.
Choices do not control heart.
You say I'm wrong
Because I choose to feel the way I feel.
But a fool and his dreams will soon part.
One + one + one + one does not equal four.
There is much irregular structure
To be found in relationship torture.
A stack of toy building blocks
Ready to tumble at any time.
It feels like I'm standing on rocks
But I'm surrounded by sharks
At the same time.
Hope keeps me standing
When I feel like falling.
I built the walls so easily
Once the labor took over me.
The burden rolls off my back
And lands on my chest comfortably.
Like acid reflux
IT SUCKS!!
I don't believe in the word trust.
I'd rather be hit by a bus!
Dont try to force your way in
'Cause OUT you will be 'cussed'.
I can't help it.
I've gotten so used to it.
You can't break through
And I can't let you.
So what do we do??
Stack our raggedy walls together
Just so they crumble like New Orleans
In stormy weather?
Or do we stay separate
And pretend to not be desperate?
Desperate for an end to the construction
Of our malfunction.
Fear is such a beautiful obstruction...
On your path to becoming a prospect.
But you cant BE a PROSpect
Because YOU
Are a SUSpect!
I don't have to know you.
My walls know you.
Before you say "goodbye"
I got my bricks stacked ten feet high.
But if I let you...
Come through...
And we choose to...
Put on our wall climbing shoes...
Then you must be the one
Because only the Queen of Evasia
Has the soul that fits those shoes.
Every wall is a journey.
A journey passed jail, homelessness, loneliness...
Passed closed doors, confusion, and expensive attorneys.
But I heart-built these walls brick by brick by brick by brick.
My fortress of solitude.
My Department of Defense.
My Walls.
Quorizzzzzzzma
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