The lock is on the door,
I won’t give you anymore.
I won’t let you in
To break me, not again.
The first time
Is the last time.
You left me broken,
My fault, I left the door open.
So love? Ha! I give up,
I’ve hand enough.
I’m locking the door.
No hurt, no pain, no more.
No broken pieces, shattered.
No ripped apart heart, tattered.
No fears, no tears,
For all the no ones to hear.
You were never there,
Not when you hugged me, kissed my hair.
I won’t let you in here,
I believe that’s clear.
So turn around, walk away.
There’s nothing left to say.
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