This gate I've built so no one will be able to get inside my heart again has become very high,
And really the reason is because no matter what I've never met anyone that can fly,
After losing just about everyone I care for I've become very emotionless to just about everyone,
Because even when giving other's a chance they still take and hurt not caring at all,
And act as I'm supposed to care that they got hurt because I wasn't there when they began to fall,
When I closed myself off and built gate's around everything I have left,
From then and their no one would ever hurt me again deep inside myself,
Everyday putting on this mask so others will be able to not see the real one that's deep inside,
Even if that means that I might have to in me somewhere hide, And cover myself in every inch of my pride,
I may never feel love again either but that's the price I have to pay, Because I can't sit around and expect things to just come my way,
I most likely will lose me along this path I have to now travel,
I almost feel like I'm going down stream without a paddle,
Or thinking I'm going somewhere riding a dead horse just because it has a saddle,
My life has surly became a little more than I wanted to handle,
So I've built gate's so no one will be able to get inside my heart again has become very high,
And that is because I haven't met one person in my life that could ever fly.
Ronnie Still
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