Knock Knock:

I have nothing left to live for,
I have nothing left to give.
And I don’t mean to seem pious
But thank God I can be honest with you.
(With you, with you)
There’s a burning in my soul,
Breaking my composure.
A scorching desire that I can’t ignore.
A longing to be seen,
To be/set free/ to be
A longing to be me.
I’m afraid of what you’ll think, when
I’ve finally come clean.

I never want to see your feet slowly
Retreat.
Further from the chaos I bring.
So I’ll stand still, hidden and locked away.
I’ll pretend to trust no one and stay
Frozen.
No need to knock
(knock) x2
No one’s home.
I won’t be coming to the door.
I won’t be, I’m sorry no one’s
Home.

My shutters are drawn, the locks are
Set.
I’ve gathered my belongings and left
My mind.
This was just a matter of time, ‘cause
There’s a burning in my soul,
Breaking my composure.
A scorching desire that I can’t ignore.
A longing to be seen,
To be/set free/ to be
A longing to be normal.
No need to knock
(knock) x2
No one’s home.
I won’t be coming to the door.
I won’t be, I’m sorry no one’s
Home.

I have everything to say, and I want
So many things.
A bit selfish, really.
And I don’t mean to seem pious,
But thank God I can be honest with you.
(With you) x2
No need to knock
(knock) x2
No one’s home.
I won’t be coming to the door.
I won’t be, I’m sorry no one’s
Home.
(No one’s home) x3
EmoryR EmoryR
22-25, F
Dec 15, 2012