"Remember those walls I built?/Well, baby, they're tumbling down/And they didn't even put up a fight/They didn't even make a sound.
I found a way to let you in/But I never really had a doubt/Standing in the light of your halo/I got my angel now."
This song plays at work so I should be sick of it, but I'm not. In fact, it makes me weirdly emotional... I mean, come on, it's Beyonce for fuck's sake. But this song resonates with me on a visceral level.
That's what I love about music; it hits me the hardest in the most unpredictable way when I need it most.
I've had some issues with people close to me lately. To those who've proven loyal and good to me, I thank you. This one's for you, loves.
About Me
- Adrienne Saia
- Covertly tattooed writer, editor and (according to the University of Colorado) a master of media studies. Avid runner, skier and Humane Society volunteer. Die hard phanatic for the Phillies, Flyers and Eagles living in the People's Republic of Boulder. I'm under construction.
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