I built my walls up to high
To high that I'm only hurting myself
Everything is fine we love eatch other a lot
But cause I got hurt so much i feel like it's gonna happen again and I don't know how I'm gonna take it this time if it happens

A body with no dreams and no goals,
One that just “goes with the flow”
It follows an unknown pathway,
Eatch day
Hoping there’s a door at the end of the road.

A body that does what it knows
And doesn’t live to grow.
It’s time is like the wind,
Unseen and never truly felt