Built Up and Torn Down
Always been like this, built myself up on dreams, built myself on sorrow,
At times I shine brighter, I am more alive, happier, prouder,
At my worst I cry, I bleed, nothing but the pain and the sadness,
Sometimes unwanted, sometimes left out but yet never forgotten,
I build myself up on the good times and bitterness I receive,
I tare myself down when the keystone falls, when love leaves,
When my heart feels cold and my hands are lonely,
Never sleeping well when on the way down, hope that the night will return it,
Only greeted by the silent curps of the night time crickets,
Dreams haunt me, nothing seems right, the world seems out of place,
I built myself and life tares me down,
Hope is the only thing keeping me alive, torn down by empty dreams and promises,
The heavens seem to grow further away and hell ever closer,
Heading down, positive and negative meet at ground zero,
Built up on high dreams and imagination,
Torn down on reality and life’s painful lessons,
Built up and torn down,
I blink my eyes to see the darkness and its all over,
Built up to the heavens but always brought back down to hell.