It's lonely here
But who am I to complain,
When it was I who built these walls?

With each brick they threw in my direction, I built the walls higher
                                 ... higher
                                           …and higher

I thought these walls would save me
Instead I wait to be saved
But unlike the fairytales,
I am no damsel in distress

It was I who built these walls
It is only I who can break them
But how do I break them,
Without breaking me?