• Now I know, I was a fool to leave you before.

    I gave my heart to the one I thought it was meant for

    Only to be thrown back; dry and burnt, sick and sore.

    Now I have to live in regret beside a slammed-shut door.



    Every now and then, I knock and knock. No answer.

    Everyday, I yell those three words louder and louder,

    And your palm-full reply knocks me harder and harder.

    Nevertheless, I slept the pain. Tomorrow, I’ll be better.



    Every now and then, you call the cops to take me away.

    They handcuff me, and beat me down. Unconsciously, I lay.

    Yet I still keep bailing out, just to come back and say:

    “Please, I beg you. Open this door, even for just a day!”



    But I guess, you would never open it for me anymore.

    I gave you back my heart, hoping you’d take it like before,

    Only to be thrown back; rotten and vile, bloody and gore.

    Now I have to live in regret beside a slammed-shut door.