What do you do, when you find out
That all your anxiety,
Is reality?
That all of your friends laugh behind your back,
That everyone you care for is telling the joke
Telling the story
Of how you were strong and brave,
Except they left out being strong and brave
And replaced them with foolish and naive
because that's what you get for letting your walls down.

When you meet me; here's what you meet
A blank page with walls built high up
If you're lucky, I'll craft you a window
Maybe a door.

If you've shown your true colours;
I'l maybe, just maybe
Let the walls down.

It's very hard for me to connect with people
My trust issues are often mistaken with my anxiety
But know that I did let you in
A mistake I shouldn't have made

Now as I rebuild my walls up with time and care
I hope you don't feel offended as your true colours
Were nothing but painted over;
An impression you give to others,
A little bit like me
Except I leave no harm on my way
I leave a little bit like the breeze
You feel it, but not too much.

And now, I give you freedom
To tell the story,
If you'll ever remember me
As more than just a passenger in your life
As more than just the one that got away.