Every time we’re together
I find another scar
Another souvenir left behind
by those that came before
Another line of charred remains,
another wall built high and wide
Hurt and burned so many times
and all I want to do
is push through with all my might
but I doubt that would get me inside
It would likely only leave me
left standing in the wreckage
empty-handed and alone
So I’ll try the long game
for as long as I can stand
There has to be a way inside
whether by crack or key
Some gap in these defenses
built in understandable response
to a world chock full of disappoinment
I have my own set of scars and walls
and they’re a big part of my hesitation
I’ve been burned by pushing too hard too fast
and also by not trying hard enough
So I stand in my own fortress
hoping you’ll let me in yours someday
as a little part of you has found
its way into my little world
and I think it best if we could try
to merge these walls together