What have we made here?
For ourselves
We say it is a solace
Claim it keeps us warmer at night
But we've only build bombs
Ticking in tune with our lonely hearts
Ribbons of pain surround our every move
Incase us in solitude
And every day our heads ache of anguish
Our quivering lips coated with the bitterness of this loneliness
Our restless eyes cannot escape the nightmares
And still yet- we remain sure, insistent
That these walls we've so carefully build around us
Are doing us good, keeping us protected
Instead of seeing that maybe
The magnitude of our pain is much larger
So many times stronger and wider
When we sit in the middle of these grey walls
Achingly alone, letting no one in
Waiting for the moment when that bomb goes off
