Here comes the sprint of emotions
that has been taken captive for so long.
Here comes the fear of exposing too much,
of letting you see how the crack of your song
reveals what words almost die in my darkest corners,
of giving you the bricks of the walls that have been
destroyed since the last time that we spoke.
Here comes the thought of wanting to step back.
Here comes the strong urge to build stronger walls.
Here comes the heavy footsteps of a graveyard
inviting the fears of a girl who finally smile back
at someone who knows how to love her right.