i still have so much cleaning to do, before i can ever think of letting you in… to my heart. love don’t even try the window, that’s dirty too. that’s not a crack you see, on the window of my painful soul; it’s a dirty stain, i can’t get off a broken heart!
knock knock; love, are you back to call on my heart so soon; has it already been two years? love when i said a year or two, i really meant three or four. love, why are you so persistent, i’m still not ready; to fully open up my heart. so love, be patient with me just a little 