Knock Knock
(Whose that knocking at my door?)
New friends coming to rejoice
But I don't care anymore
My bestfriends have ruined me the most
I find hopelessness in letting anyone else get as close
Act like no one's home
And they'll leave me alone
Friends are not welcome beyond this door anymore
You hear that soft knocking?
It's coming from the door
The knocking of a lover
Yearning for more
Of my love, of my touch
She is desperate to come in
Loving women like her should be considered sin
Because loving her is equivalent to suicide
The sweetest murderer, killing from the inside
She is the image of a rose
But what people fail to see
is that every rose has its thorns
Fools only see what they believe
I will not come to the door for her
She will go away
But her persistency will bring her back again some other day
Tap Tap-
Too delicate to be a knock
Turning the knob ever so gently
Avoiding the fact that it's locked
I hear songs from the corridor
Of sweet sirens and their luring melodies
How tempting it is to open that door
I peek through the peep hole and see many images to my desire
Because that's what your dreams do
They cause your hopes to become higher
So i back away from the passageway
And left my dreams be
You are not welcome here
You lying fantasies,
Imaginary enemies,
My mental disease
I hear a pound at the door
The Grim Reaper has arrived
The urge to open is stronger
Reaching now for the knob couldn't stop if I tried
It calls out to me in innocent threats
Promising peace, no more frets
I've lost my mind
Pop my pills
Now I'm fine
Mr. Reaper don't come knockin at my door nomore
Left my door open, now open-minded