I was nobody to you
But I wanted to be
I spent my life
Closing and opening
The doors you told me too
That would eventually lead to the locked door
That would hold your heart
I would get the key
Open the door
And steal the precious gem and make it mine,
Instead I got
The scratches and scares
The razor blades
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