Every wall I've built,
Every place I've kept in,
Each stone you have thrown,
Each one you burst in.

Every time I ran,
Every time you followed,
Each time I stayed away,
Each time was simply borrowed.

Each day you would get through,
Every time I'd push you out.
Every lie I'd made,
Each one a dying shout.

I'm not used to affection,
no less, yours.
Hoping for a miracle,
truth must come by force.