| Been so long | |||
| Since I wrote | |||
| Love poems | |||
| Keep hoping I'd | |||
| Heal | |||
| Be ready | |||
| Again | |||
| But I've | |||
| Simply | |||
| Hardened | |||
| Grown cold | |||
| Cynical | |||
| Behind my | |||
| Walls | |||
| No one | |||
| Breaks | |||
| Through | |||
| Been years | |||
| Since I | |||
| Tried to | |||
| Break out | |||
| Become content | |||
| Happy with the | |||
| Silence | |||
| No longer lonely | |||
| Banging around | |||
| These empty | |||
| Hallways | |||
| Yet sometimes I | |||
| Wonder | |||
| Whether | |||
| I'm missing out | |||
| Letting go of | |||
| Even better | |||
| Moments | |||
| Was hurt so | |||
| Much | |||
| Deeply | |||
| Don't place much | |||
| Hope that | |||
| Love can bring | |||
| Happiness | |||