Brick by brick
The walls rise...

Maybe I died a little inside
when I realized you weren't perfect...

The feeling of deja vu,
We have been this way before...

Maybe I never stopped bleeding
After all...

Freedom
To love and be loved...

I slumbered in the deepest calm
No remedies or soothing balm...

It's too late for so many things
This dusty past, so fresh in mind...

It's one thirty in the morning
Ink calls...

No feeling
Only selfish recognition...

I stitched myself back together today,
My very own frankensteinian creation...

Up against the wall,
You've pushed me way too far...

Save me
From all I am...