Who’s that knocking at the door?
Ug! I don’t want to deal with him anymore!
I thought I was done with him – the past is in the past
But he keeps lingering and his stench continues to last
I don’t think you really want to meet him
He knows too much and holds my sins
He’s knocking every day and nightTo make me live this again – you have no right!
So just shut the door and keep it closed
Its better if my memories remain disclosed I admitted I was wrong – is that not enough?
I’ve choked it down, but its coming back
He stands there on the other side
Starting to crack the door to my mind
His ugly face enters and fills the room
Standing under the light, his shadows loom
Flushed by nostalgia, he makes me sick
Reminded again why I’m a lunatic
He knows it wasn’t a moment of weakness
But this PTSD is keeping me sleepless I see my hands power over life
I see those brown eyes hold back tears of strife
Yelling, “Forgive him, for he don’t know what he’s doin”
I shut his mouth until his lips start blueing
God! Oh God! How am I supposed to forgive myself?
Nothing they grant me can erase this hell
To life and human dignity I was a thief
Ready to pay the price, but now I’m walking free?
He walks out the door leaving me in devastation
But he’ll be back tomorrow to find salvation.