Here she is again
Knocking at the door
I know I can’t let her in
Not this time, not anymore
These broken walls fall fast
I’m already crawling on broken glass
Her sweet melody won’t last
This too shall pass
If I let her in this time
Let her control the story
She will take all that is mine
Dig in her nails and tell me not to worry
It’s the hope, isn’t it?
What will break us in the end.
She doesn’t care one bit.
We were never meant to bend.
It’s hope, right?
That makes this a loosing fight.
