Why do some people choose to be alone?
Why do they fall so deep that they forget the way out?
How does it happen?
Do you one day wake up and find you’ve lost your smile?
Or does it happen slowly without a sound?
What do you do when you discover your walls?
And what do you do when you hear a knock on the door?
You run, fast and don’t turn around.
And if you are found?
Where do you look for the key to open your doors?
Or have you no choice to be hurt by your own falling walls?
Where do you find a missing heart?