This High Wall
You leave me no choice.
Now I have to build
this high wall
for you to climb
to see the world.
You leave me no choice.
You have made me
feel this way
wanting to make you suffer
when you ignore me.
You leave me no choice.
Now I have to build
this high wall
for you to climb
to see the world.
Now I leave you no choice.
You have to climb
this high wall
so you can see the world
so you can see me... again.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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