I'm scared of letting people know things about me
Having information
Then leaving my life with it
So there's a wall
to stop that
Someone told me my wall has been twisted into my apparent meanness or the sarcasm I dabble in
Maybe they're right
Letting someone in is always deadly
So there's a wall
to stop that
They walk away knowing why you are the way you are and the bullshit you went through and the victories
you've attained and it's just a story to them
You're a closed book
Later Days, Longer Nights
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