The Doors Don't Open

 

Oh my, there are so many people that I love.

You all knock at the windows of my eyes,

And they roll back into my mind.

Try to take the backdoor.

I thought I had left keys under the matt.

But no, I don’t think anyone will be getting inside.

I’m there with you I swear,

But there’s glass between us.

Lips move, smiles flash.

I’m locked in,

Everyone else is locked out.

Thank you for visiting though.

Maybe I’ll hear a voice again soon.

But the home is cold,

And it seems I wont be getting out tonight. 

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