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.

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