Now

Standing at the door again

Half stepped out while the rest is in

Feeling the pressure behind my eyes

Will I make it through my good byes

Standing stoic before the wall

Remembering what it was like to fall

How it felt as easy as breathing it in

Will I ever trust again

Maybe one day it won't cut me open

Maybe one day I'll remain outspoken

Maybe one day I won't raise the fight

Maybe one day I will get it right