I'm standing at the door of the house I once lived in.

It seems I'm always hoping that you will let me in.

The stairs that lead up to the door are all the lies you've told.

I wonder why I bother knocking. It's my house, you know.

The door opens wide, and in your eyes, still , I'm just a child.

I stand forlorn. My heart is torn. Why won't you step aside?

You smile as you close the door, so I turn to leave.

You don't care to see my tears.

You've already gone away.

I feel  so empty in a way I've never known before.

I ache for you. For you I ache. You will always be alone.

I'm standing at the door of the house I once lived in.

It seems I'm always hoping that you will let me in.