I'm tired of playing loves me not,
And I've broken the necks of all my dolls,
Ripped apart the stuffed animals my exs gave me,
Cause living in the past just became a bad habit.
And maybe some day,
I'll find someone worthy of laying down on my sheets,
And full around with my emotions again,
But for now, I am locking myself from the inside.
So if you knock on the door,
Sit and wait,
I won't open it so soon,
Not even for a prince or an astronaut riding a unicorn.
My solitude became the best friend I ever had,
Whisperers from the walls are now the sweetest sound,
The echos of passionate letters are the lullabies that drive me to sleep,
And dreams turned into paradise.
But one day I shall wake up,
Put a smile on my face,
And say:
It's time.
