Melting

I feel under the scrutiny of your eyes
and I start melting.

I hear my friends complaining about my coldness
and I start melting.

I overhear you say you don’t really know me
and I need melting.

Why hiding behind this powerful wall
when I don’t want to?

I don’t wanna be an M&M any more.

You, all you, have been my sun,
my oven, my microwave and my pan.
You have shown me there’s no need to run.

Thanks to you I’m melting.

No more bricks on my wall.