answering machine date

no matter how much time passes
i can still go back to that night
i thought it would be easier
to tell you how i really feel
but will that change anything
will the pain and open wounds
magically close by three words
falling from your mouth to my hands
i will simple do what i always do
squeeze my hands shut and destroy them
they are fragile and given to me
i will break them once again
my brain knows this won’t work
although my heart begs to try
so i protect you while
you protect me
keep each other locked out
not letting the other in
you always kept me locked out
my walls may be numerous
but at least they are visble
and i see them there
your walls are camouflaged
with words and expressions
i’ll try to get you out of my head
i’ll push you away and get away
but no matter how long i wait
the feelings still return
and no matter how i try
i still feel this way
and i still want to tell you
nothing changes except
for the date on my answering machine