I've fallen to the ground
and I fell hard
when I fell off our wall of passion
I ended up scarred
I tried to tear down that wall
but the bricks are made of steel
I tried to strip away my emotions
but every pain I can feel
I want to show you
the scrapes that I have
the cuts.
the holes.
but every time I touch you
I'm a peice of clay that you mold
every time I'm near
I'm like the child you refuse to hold
these scars that you made
will have left me jaded
the love that we had
will be left withered and faded
