I work hard to keep the shell in good working order
Then something, someone comes along determined to break through
I fight with every fibre to keep the locks done up tightly
Stop picking the padlocks, I cannot be held responsible for the truth
Those few who have trespassed on my soul have lived to tell the tale
Destroyed my self esteem, bruised my delicate notions of friendship
The footprints on my heart crushed the beauty that had not quite formed
Permanent dents with scars made way for new improved walls within
Everyone has their own shell, varying standards of protection they offer
Hiding is so much safer, others kept at bay, right down here I want to stay
I can keep up the facade for as long as needs be, until I find someone to let in
Letting anyone in, to see the ‘other’ me is a dangerous game I do not want to play
Until the person comes who will not judge what is under tight wraps
That is if they come at all, maybe I do not deserve anyone to hold me in the rain
Who will love the secret inner me, cherish our opportunities, never let me go
Maybe he will come one day, maybe he will always be a dream who never came
