I have these boundaries, I put up this wall.
But I think I only did that to prevent my inevitable fall.

To block the heartbreak, to stop that pain.
To keep back my emotions and get a hold of the reins.

But those boundaries are broken and they'll tear down that wall.
They'll break through the windows and laugh when you fall.

Boundaries don't really exist, it's something we make.
You made your boundaries as safety net of the risks you take.

But boundaries crumble, walls fall, and nets will tether.
Like the feeble boundaries we make in our heads, it too will weather.

It'll work for awhile, and convince you it's there.
But when you depend on it for your every move, it begins to wear.

It wears and wears and becomes paper thin.
Then you fall, get back up, and start again.

My boundaries are a cycle, cruel and repetitive.
Someday I'll tear down my boundaries and begin to live.