Bricks and bricks of people that come to pass
From hypocrite friends to **** teachers in class
And countless words that tear me apart
And that special day that vaporized my heart.

I sit on a chair behind my Wall
Built none other than the one who seen it all
And now I have nothing else left to see
So should I swing the knotted rope over the tree?

Just before the final brick is in place
I see a fleeting glance; a somewhat familiar face
What was it that made me pull the brick out?
Who dared to rescue me from where I could not shout?

The isolation that ate me alive for breakfast every day
Piled high in stacks that were left on my shoulders to lay
And yet even after disappearing from the town
It is finally time to have them all crashing down.

Let me tear down my ****** brick Wall.
Let me see each and every tattered regret fall.
Let me live and breathe the outside world air
Let me start all over without a single thought or care.