Walls from Private Wars by Whittington

When you’re tearing down the walls
You’ve built with your own hands
You follow the fault line
Back to where it all began
And as you pull the ramparts down one brick at a time
Try not to lose yourself in the rubble
Try not to lose yourself in the crush

I have given up my heart
I have felt the rush
Of knowing that a single word
Could turn it all to dust
But I couldn’t take the damages
I couldn’t take the pain
And I stole it back and hid it deep
Behind the battlements
Even I can’t find it now
Behind the battlements

Lonely hearts can’t whisper
Secrets that they know
They have to hide their precious things
Afraid to let them show
Tearing all the towers down
And opening the gates
Is virtually impossible
When love turns into hate
And it’s hard to know the difference
When you see it all through pain

My walls have grown so high
That they are choking out the light
It’s hard to see the reasons
For continuing to fight
Maybe love can fracture these foundations that I’ve built
Maybe if I tear it down I’ll find myself again
Maybe this is just the cost
Of letting someone in

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• mark addison
• private war 3
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