I don't know how to phrase this perfectly
or to rhyme it in a way that doesn't sound cliche
But I can state what I know, what I feel in my heart
I can tell you the story of a girl you just might have saved
A girl once swore on all that she had
To build a wall of steel in the back of her throat
A wall so solid and sealed up with glue
So no one would hear the screams she never even spoke
She had a heart so cold, but no one seemed to notice
Sure, if they looked in her eyes they'd see the truth
But no one had the power to look past her disguise
No one could warm her, but then there was you.
Faced with your presence her wall cracked, and then crumbled
It fell to the floor as she declared "I surrender"
She stood there shaking, feeling so bare and exposed
But for the first time in a long time, she didn't feel so alone
But her heart instantly switched to panic mode,
realizing the wall she worked so hard to build had shattered,
The feeling so foreign it scared her to death,
So her words came out only portraying half of what mattered
So as her heart laid there bleeding onto the pavement,
she wiped it all clean and composed herself,
she backed away slowly, with an ache in her heart,
she picked up the pieces, putting the wall back on it's shelf
the shelf stuck between her throat and her heart
barricading the feelings she was always too scared to show
she longs to release them, to tell of her story,
to let go of all the things that darken her glow
Of course you can't fix something so broken inside,
the girl is still broken, her mind it still wanders
No this girl she just may not ever recover
But you helped her hold on for just a little bit longer.
With these words that I write, I hope to find a small place in your heart
because your kindness has created such a large home in mine
I made you a promise, and i'm trying my hardest,
your sincerity has reminded me what it's really like to be alive.
So as the sun rises and sets again on this cold east coast,
please promise me that you will never forget me
I just want to know that I mean something,
that I matter, to the person who gave me a reason to believe.
