Saturday, June 27, 2009

Last time.

It creeps at my doorstep
Claiming I still where it 
Like that chain around my neck

It tells me that I can't fight it...
But I know that's not true.

I thought it was gone.
That thing I used to feel.
Stop telling me it's real.
Cause this ain't just no big deal.

Next time it you want to show up at my doorstep.
Knock, don't think you can come right in

You're not welcome here
Never will you be.

No you're not something I fear
Sure, you've caused a few tears

You'll say "Come here my dear..."
So tempting and inviting.
Like that cookie in the jar...I can't stop this fighting.

But don't try to chain me down.
You won't win. 
See I've got this ticket...Free pass outta sin. 

He's holding my hand, turning me around.
No, my feet don't touch the ground.

In his warm, loving arms I lay.
So until that next day
When you come to my doorstep.

Know that I don't live this alone.
You can't throw it at me, like a dog after a bone.

I won't let you back in. I won't, I won't.

So don't come to my doorstep.

There's no point.
I won't let you in.

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