I protect myself with these walls I’ve built,
Can’t let them see the pain, can’t show the guilt.
There’s so much broken inside my heart,
It started within - now it’s tearing apart.
No one can tell that I’m dead inside,
So I hide behind the walls where I confide.
But sometimes I wish that someone could see,
The quiet hell that lives within me.
If someone could look past the cracks and the scars,
See who I am beneath the bars,
Maybe the walls would start to fall,
And I’d feel something, anything at all.
