Been thinking about door number one
I am sure it’s the one you’re hiding behind,
you and your history. How will I know?
I’ve forgotten your love, your anxiety.
But I have not forgotten how wrong I’ve been.
Is there any forgiveness left inside your heart,
your heart the purist of all hearts, the queen.
You deserved better. I hope you found it.
I became the anti Christ in your life and now
I stand staring at door number one.
It’s useless, futile with little hope.
Walk away my heart pleads,
walk away before she bleeds
with second thoughts about her love.