The Wall

Tonight
I look at the wall
I built for so long
And wait patiently for someone to climb
And see what’s behind
I was waiting for you.
 
Tonight
I’ve been writing on the wall
Lame excuses and thoughts
For me to distrust
Anyone who can see my flaws
The way that he does.
 
[Chorus A]
 
Are you ready to look into my eyes?
Are you daring to uncover the lies?
‘Cause life can get messy some times
If I unlock this door, are you ready for the fire?
 
Tonight
I’m staring at the wall
It’s getting so damn high
Since the last time it fell down
When you walked it through.
 
Tonight
The pictures on the wall
Are shadows and ghosts
The secrets and songs
Are getting too old.
 
[Chorus B]
 
Are you ready to look into my eyes?
Are you daring to uncover the lies?
‘Cause life can get messy some times
If I unlock this door, are you willing to come by?
 
Sometimes
We all build a wall
To protect us from the world
So comfortable, so numb
Is this life after all?
 
Tonight
I’m tearing down the wall
It’s getting lonely inside this core
If I kiss you, would you correspond?
Am I human after all?
 
[Chorus C]
 
Are you ready for me to look into your eyes?
Are you daring to share our lies?
Life can get pretty some times
For you, I put my heart on fire.
 
Tonight
I’m writing a love song
I’ll singing it at the top of the wall
If you can hear me
Would you come along?
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Ashes

No feelings
No reasons
Just sorrow
Forgetting, forgiven
Letting all go
Crystals breaking
In the early morning
Leaving injured the soul.

Static place covered in gold
Hurting words without return
A jail of fancy luxuries
A head that wants to break free

A voice unable to be heard
Fireworks where there was wounds
The cheapest of the fantasies
A heart that wants to believe.

No silence
No illness
Just another morrow
Deceiving, deleting
All of my horrors
Children saying
Truths turned into slavery
Leaving obsolete the life I’ve sold.

Static place covered in gold
Hurting words without return
A jail of fancy luxuries
A head that wants to break free

A voice unable to be heard
Fireworks where there was wounds
The cheapest of the fantasies
A heart that wants to believe.

Wide awake I’d still feel it
The dangers of my world
Holding hands with honesty
Setting free the ashes of a story burned.

Static place covered in gold
Hurting words without return
A jail of fancy luxuries
A head that wants to break free

A voice unable to be heard
Fireworks where there was wounds
The cheapest of the fantasies
A heart that wants to believe.

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