i knew better, than to let down my walls, show you my flaws and retract my claws. Amongst the debris lies a not just broke, but shattered heart, completely blown apart, by its soul counterpart. I'm like the scarecrow for my old brain is dead. It loved too much and I nearly became dead. Also like the tin man, so empty and cold. Why do I have to grow old alone? And then there's the lion, scared of it all. So was I until you caught my fall. Why did you let go? How could you be so cold? What did I ever do so bad to feel this blue. I really don't know how or IF I can live without you. If I can't, we'll meet again, in the field holding hands. You know the place.