See I have gone hard, and I’ve gain more doubts
I’ve become more fearful, than I am hopeful
I’ve built walls, than I have made bridges
I’ve gotten tired, than I am inspired.
But with all these, I still look forward to that someday,
where you’d put up with it all, and not get tired.
Where you’d intend to break those walls, piece by piece
Where you’d give me hope, and melt my fears
Where you’d prove me wrong on all my doubts
and make me feel that I am worth it, as I am.