These walls are
not just stone,
more than wood.
It's a smile,
a white lie,
a fake confidence.
With these walls,
I have built
a fortress.

Every ******* day I stare at my **** wall
Let me ******* say why I try dare us all
Risk it all, drain it down the hole
I will fall either way I worth no ****
Say that's it, **** that ****, break that ****, its over *****
I am cursed and I rehearse my words to make what hurts
A surge of reversed words make turns
In the minds they learn the time
Controls our lives and lies shout out to fly
Into ears and eyes and we hear wise
But we know it fake it breaks our aches
In our heads and makes it easy
Except it's cheesy and fake, break that
Break the ice and make your ways
Take that **** and play the game
You are one being **** what they all say
I can say that I am the man that will rise
I can play this game until the day that I die
Look me in my eyes and try to overcome
Then run back to the track and do miles by the night
By the day and I will crave you to play my tracks
In your ears and the years go by but you play no lines
I say more lines and they get less likes, at least I tried
You made it while I fell but I tell this story to more lives
I'm goin' to hell
I rise back from my grave and I save myself
I am the one that will be in the books
I am the one that will get good looks
The one that will die with a book about my whole life
I am broke I am no one now but later I will rise
I will be in the sky and look down on the guys
I inspired, they make me cry and I wonder why
I am changed so much I hate I ****
I am no one to love
I love myself for the most but not what I chose
I went down a path and I am stuck
In reality I'll be in hell and I'll look up
That's why my next life I'm just a bug
No one to love

I built these walls up,
Brick by brick,
When I was just a child.
They kept me safe,
They kept me sane,
They kept me from you.

I built these walls up,
Brick by brick,
Cementing them with the hate,
The pain,
The disgust
That you inflicted upon me.

I built these walls up,
Brick by brick,
Hoping they could shield my heart,
Hoping they could protect me from the world,
Hoping they could stop you.

I built these walls up,
Brick by brick,
A layer for each hour of loathing,
Each hour of self-hatred,
Each hour of torture,
That I barely endured.

I built these walls up,
Brick by brick,
To save me from the world.
To save the world from me.

But then you came,
On that motorcycle.
Speeding down my road
With coldness in your heart.

But then you came,
And tore these walls apart.
And I couldn't bear it;
You ripped them asunder with your bare fingers
Without even laying a hand on me.

But then you came,
And I saw your face,
And these walls
I had built up,
Brick by brick,
All those years ago,
Those walls came shattering down.

If only walls could talk
I'd speak to urs

they'v seen u naked, **** and bare
they'v seen u scowl ,frown and haul
they see ur true face
without the mask u wear  

If only walls could talk
I'd make urs tell

what u really feel when u say ur 'ok'
if that gorgeous smile is really just 'fake'
and how much of ur love and happiness did i 'take'

If only ur walls could talk
...cause u don't want to

Look up at these walls.
Outside the city, but never really seen.
Lacking in uniform, a past of wars and conflict portrayed in every laid brick
History has shown that intruders have been let in.
Maybe disguised but overtime laying siege somehow.
Still poor leadership, or experience were the enemy,
Not just flaming arrows from the other side.

Researching the most recent battle, the scars still fresh in this expanding kingdom,
The enemy did not conquer,
But the kingdom surely did not win.

Warriors unfit for combat, never seeing blood or swords before,
But now the only line of defense for an unsteady people.
Having heard of war before, or even seen a nearby passing army, each man had an image of military and what they must do.
Full of misguided ideas, but not without trying.

Year after year the warriors grew more delusional than the last.
As well as a hunger for the glory of the past.
Over time, the walls were grandiosely constructed,
Assuming the worst, they made them impenetrable,
Strong enough to hold a Kingdom captive but safe from the outside world.
Building upon the history of painful loss.
As expectation of conflict grew,
Strategies were drawn and planned.

But there were no generals, no veterans to lead.
Everything was up to trial and error, as if a fight was a longed for pleasantry.
Seeking after any tension, pushing forces into every contested land.
Battle after battle experience was pillaged, but forces were lost and surely it did not contribute to the true knowledge of a war.
The possibility existed that meaningless battle further romanticized a full on conquest.

Soon the kingdom would come to realize, a reenforcing of the kingdom itself would prove to make better a future of warfare, or even the midst of a war would not bolster the army.