I burnt down my walls building bridges, yes I trusted they would protect my fragile heart, my very being only if I let them close enough.
Guess I was wrong, I felt a sharp pain and that which was suppose to protect me had thrust an arrow piercing my soul and my spirit. I let my guard down and I'm here picking pieces of my broken walls trying to rebuild with my heart in pain saying "trust no man".

Damn! That's sad. But that door swings both ways, you know?

True, its like a cycle.

Yeah... The inevitable cycle of life.

That's why they say experience is the best teacher but it is also the toughest teacher of all.