A Prisoner of One's Self
My eyes are welded shut like an iron gate
Just trying to hold back the tears you anticipate
You see right through me like a window
Wactching me change like weather from rain to cold snow
I know latley I am so pale, cold, and white
I still want you in me though the window is closed so tight
Some times that look is a stone that shatters glass
Some times your smile warms me till my troubles pass
Your warm heart can melt my tears away
And when your around I go from December to May
But at other times dead memoreys make up my fall
And when I try to love you I always stall
You can break this glass but there are still bars of steel
No matter how much I love you, I can't change how I feel
A prision of seasons is what I am stuck inside
I can not escape to love you, but know how I tried
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