We turn our homes to castles,
Our hearts to safes.
We keep the others out,
To protect ourselves from hurt.
And yet in the only times,
That we cross each other path,
We shoot our words like arrows
To break each other guard.

I raise the walls before each conversation
To keep the anger out.
I turn my skin to iron so I won't feel any touch.
I might be fine now, but I'm dying from inside.
Just like in the story,
The iron man don't have a heart.

They say that time heals,
I guess for me it stopped from moving.
Another day, another tear,
More things that bring no comfort.
I look outside and see nothing,
Nothing that I care about.
Everything looks trivial,
Through the eyes that lost their spark.

I raise the walls before each conversation
To keep the anger out.
I turn my skin to iron so I won't feel any touch.
I might be fine now, but I'm dying from inside.
Just like in the story,
The iron man don't have a heart.