I’ve been running into a wall, trying to break through,
but with every fist that breaks a brick, you stack another one or two.
When I pound enough to make a hole, I can only reach so far,
enough to touch a piece of what I thought was your heart.

You peek through into my eyes and make it seem so bliss,
but my fingers traced your lips and saw a frowning kiss.
You disappear and once again, I’m left against this wall,
fighting the pain and evaluating all my flaws.

I try to walk away, but the dirt clings my feet.
You blow it through the cracks every time I try to leave.
So you keep me holding on to the surface of what could be
and bleed my heart into the memories of you and me.

As I stand here all alone, I wonder why I’m waiting.
My fists are bruised, my eyes are soaked, and my heart continues breaking.
I look up to see this wall has risen higher than the clouds.
Whether I make it through or climb it, this love is coming down.

I’ve been fighting with a wall that doesn’t seem to feel
and I realize that all along, this was never real.
You feared to be the villain, but instead you hurt me more
and I stayed thinking that change would come for sure.

We never changed and the wall remained.
My palms that pushed and legs that kicked just refrained.
I closed the cracks and blew the dirt back your way.
I could not break it, I could not climb it; I could not stay.