If Brick Walls Had Hearts...
What if
bricks
weren't really
as strong bricks
as bricks are?
Is there some way
they could fake it?
How much faith
can we really
put into our emotional walls?
How well can we protect our hearts,
when we’re only pretending
to be strong?
What if
after I had spent an entire month
telling myself and my friends
that we were done,
I saw a picture of you and
I got old feelings back?
That doesn’t negate how you broke my heart.
Am I a fool for wanting you back?
What if I weren't really made of bricks?
Should I lose my self respect?
What happens when you blink
and your mansion becomes a shack?
Damn, I thought I was bad.
What if
the bricks told me lies
just because
I wanted to guard my pride?
What if
I am truly weak inside?
What's gonna happen
when I realize
you can no longer
be in my life?
What if
I wake from false bliss?
What if…
What if
the memories I forced myself to forget,
pushed their way into my head
while I was dreaming?
Can I really control it?
Dreams have a way of numbing you
and showing you scenes knowing you can’t escape.
It makes me not want to sleep
cause I know seeing your face
while I’m susceptible,
is gonna mean
bad news for me.
What if
my heart goes against my mind?
What if
my soul knows it you’re all wrong,
but my conscience wants to give it
another try?
What if
I don't allow myself to see the good in anybody
because you’re always around to stop me?
What if
bricks weren’t really bricks?
What if
shelter lied about
what it really is?
What if
The walls decide to cave in
and break the building;
crushing every part of me?
Was I deceived to death,
thinking the structure
would protect me?
What if these weren’t hypothetical questions
and I am suffering from you
all over again?
What if
I don’t find myself in the end?
