You always wonder who I am behind these walls,hoping it will crumble and fall,so you can see who I really am,but you don't truly understand,that behind those walls I am weak,I am a sinner im a sneak,I'm insecure because of what I endure,brings me to my knees,it makes me want to cease, scream and shout,but when I try to,no words come out,I bite my tongue and lock it inside,for behind these walls Is where I hide.