These Walls I spent so long Building up,
These Walls I made to Protect myself,
To keep me from Letting You or Anyone else in,
I Slowly Started putting Them Down.
So Tenderly You told me such Beautiful Lies,
Such Marvelous Stories.
With Fear Far from Your Heart
You Sought to Destroy mine.
Blinded by Your Misery
You couldn't See what You were doing,
Couldn't See the Sorrow that You Spread.
All those years of keeping that Impenetrable Wall up,
You'd Think I'd have Learned to Never let it Down.
But the Curiosity, the Hope,
That You might not be Just Another Dagger
Life Had Aimed at my Heart,
Was to Great to Ignore.
So many Other Things You could have Done.
So many Other Things You could have Said, or Meant.
So many Other People You could have Been.
But it was all for Naught.
There's Nothing I can do to Change the End of this Story,
For what is Written in Blood
Can not be Changed,
Nor Taken Back.
