Hide behind your wall,
so every time you fall,
nobody will see who you really are.
Why are you afraid of revealing your feelings?
I try to talk to you,
but you turn and walk away.
Am I really that boring,
is the life I have not valuable to you?
The world is a place of imagination,
a place where all is real,
Your appetite for others pain is growing.
Throwing anything I can find at you,
I throw my words.
Lying, the lies I make up so you will go away.
Crying when I know you are hurt.
If only I could make it up to you.
What we have been through, I try to remember the good times,