I can see the rising brick walls br My shelter br My haven br I can see them in the distance br But the space br Oh the space br Is too far away for comfort br I need to feel the texture br Of security br The brick beneath my fingers br To show that I am alive br And that nothing can get to me br While stuck inside my walls br My agoraphobic heart br Beats louder br As the walls just grow taller br And the bricks just get heavier br And the enemy retreats br My walls are still there br The scars of past mistakes br They cannot be removed br So I hold on br To these sturdy brick statues br Because once everything else br Is gone in the breeze br All I have br Are my walls br And my agoraphobic heart.