It starts with a smashing
Upon the door I hide
A banging and a scratching
Allow old ghosts inside
Anew they enter without fright
Thinking things are fresh
Seeking out the only light
I watch and I say yes
I know that hoarding is the way
To know I’ll keep it safe
But still I let them sit and stay
Pilfer things I’ve gained
This love it tears me inside out
It isn’t love at all
It makes me want to scream and shout
I start to hate it all
And sitting now inside my chest
It starts to pin and prick
These souls who think my state of rest
Will cure their state of sick
I do not hold the keys they need
Not to my door or theirs
I’m only lying helplessly
In constant loop affairs
I make them ghouls they laugh and cry
I give them sense of hope
But when they find my well is dry
They turn their hands to soap
This love it tears me inside out
It isn’t love at all
It makes me want to scream and shout
I start to hate it all
And though I don’t blame them just me
I know it’s all my fault
I wish they’d take one toke and see
That I am not their salt
I’m not their vault I’m not the place
They need to reinforce
Their failing try’s to turn and face
The sad that has no source
This love it tears me inside out
It‘s not my love at all
I hide the truth it screams and shouts
And now I hate it all
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