And I’m not even sure if I’m doing the right thing.
I’m in this constant struggle of holding back, and letting go.
The wall is too high up now —
And I’m not sure if you can climb all the way to the top,
Or if you’re even willing to.
And if I’m going to tear it down,
I’m afraid all the things that I kept bottled up
Would spill the way water seeps through holes.
Can’t you see?
I’m not ready to crack myself open, but I want to let you in.