How paper thin are these walls that were in?
My secrets arn't my secrets any more
Your weighted by the lies in your pockets
Please leave you baggage at the door
What once was my childhood home
I can't seem to find the beauty any more
Your words fly back and fourth
Like bombs through the air
This fighting ain't fair to me
The innocence that used to protect me
has faded into the background
masked behind the lies you wear
like tennis shoes protecting you from the harsh conditions
this fighting aint fair
You attempt to rid me of my adolesent dreams
But I hold on for dear life
I still believe
I still believe that I can make change
I still believe in love
I still believe beauty and maddness
I still belive in me
Even if you've let go
I guess this is growing up
I'm glad you write a lot haha it gives me stuff to read!
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