Before we met, high walls around my heart
Conscious of the risks of an open heart
Protecting myself from harm and deceit
True to form, getting hurt was a habit.
I let my guard down, looked into your eyes
Didn't know what I would find but I tried
A version of the truth was desires
For a second there, confusion arised.
I was brought back to earth when I recalled
The reason why I do not get involved
I do not trust myself with anyone
Intangible, my seat-belt, I fasten.
But it is the authentic me you saw.
Then, like child allergic to cookie dough
Keeping it simple, always a hassle;
Tasted romance and so I lost control.
I said things in the heat of the moment
The masochist likes her arrow broken
A version of the lie is that I care
Now a pseudo strain I'm supposed to bear.
After we met, the high walls from the start
Still quite intact, bruised knees were just a part
Not reciprocated and keep distance,
Only fin'amor applauds the absence.