This time I won’t knock on your door,
Even when the rain takes me to your gate,
I have seen enough of your colorful capes,
I have talked enough about the pain I felt when you forgot my name,
And if you dare to knock on my door, you shouldn’t have any clothes on,
the clothes that covers your wounds of shame,
And if you don’t wanna take me to your darkest corner,
I don’t either wanna talk about the shimmering lights and the facade of your living room,
I’ve had enough of perfection that’s not true,
The greatest smile I’ve ever seen wasn’t complete without a crooked tooth,
So, if you dare to knock on my door,
So, if you dare to come closer to my floor,
Just take the diary of your defeats, struggles, and sins,
Just carry that rusted jar of your inner demons…