You let me in, you let me in
But I didn't welcome you
You told me things, you told me things
But I couldn't tell the truth
Seven years we smiled together
And hung the pictures on the wall
For others that point and ask you
About the black girl you try to call
"Best friend, Best friend
Isn't she great? Isn't she sweet?
I've known her for a while
At least that's what I think"
What will you say, what will you do?
When you have to think and conclude
You don't know me, you never have
Because I didn't want you to
I don't trust, I don't trust
Even to this very day
You walked away, you walked away
Because I'm such a cliche
I've been this way since I was young
Too many people gone, leaving me
So I took time to build my castle
And built a room in which to sleep
People try to seep through
Little cracks and small spaces
I'm just waiting for the one
Who knocks and stays patient
And he'll let me in, he'll let me in
And I'll welcome him in too
He'll tell me things, he'll tell me things
That will make me want to tell the truth
Jan 6, 2014
Jan 6, 2014 at 12:53 AM UTC
You let me in, you let me in
But I didn't welcome you
You told me things, you told me things
But I couldn't tell the truth
Seven years we smiled together
And hung the pictures on the wall
For others that point and ask you
About the black girl you try to call
"Best friend, Best friend
Isn't she great? Isn't she sweet?
I've known her for a while
At least that's what I think"
What will you say, what will you do?
When you have to think and conclude
You don't know me, you never have
Because I didn't want you to
I don't trust, I don't trust
Even to this very day
You walked away, you walked away
Because I'm such a cliche
I've been this way since I was young
Too many people gone, leaving me
So I took time to build my castle
And built a room in which to sleep
People try to seep through
Little cracks and small spaces
I'm just waiting for the one
Who knocks and stays patient
And he'll let me in, he'll let me in
And I'll welcome him in too
He'll tell me things, he'll tell me things
That will make me want to tell the truth
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