There is that fight in my head all day,
whether to give up, or stay.
To shut out and sleep tight,
or to regret and suffer whole night.
Either to fly, in the deep blue sky,
or to cage myself untill I die.
This is the fight that kills me all day,
and I finally end up losing my way.

I so keep pushing people away,
For what I seeked, did never stay.
Walls keep closing...