Petals In The Grass

Brick By Brick

Some people think I'm not well
Others just think I'm sick
I built this wall
Brick by brick

Revoke my birth certificate
And send me back
Stuck in the darkness
Everything's black

Masonry not my trade
But I did it well
It's my protection
It's my shell

Some scars are still fresh
These wounds that I lick
I built this wall
Brick by brick


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