There's a barrier of two blocks that sit between our hearts,
each broken part of what we are only settles with the sun;
but tonight I've begun my journey into losing myself.
It's always been a scream of help away from losing it all,
maybe if I stand tall, there's one less stress on my mind
because feeling so blind in trying to gain vision is horrifying.
Maybe I'm just not ready to be loved, or maybe we're just wrong,
for one another, for each other, maybe just wrong all together.
Maybe there's an ocean drowning our hearts,
and this time the kiss I gave you over Christmas night,
isn't a lifejacket to help us out.