courtesy of the gypsy's

when my walls come falling down,

and I am lost.

where will you be?

At this point I cant be to sure.

when my walls come falling down

and I cry for help

will you be there?

I only bury myself deeper.

I cant tell when to come out

I cant breath, I cant explain

I just stick to my guns, 

I only wish it wasn't like this.