I sit at the your doors for you to wipe your feet on
You run across with without care
I get ***** from your filthy abuse
You wash me, dry me, lay me back down
But for what?
For you to ***** me again
The life of a door mat
To catch your filth and not to care
Just think one day I will not be there
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 2:23 PM UTC
I sit at the your doors for you to wipe your feet on
You run across with without care
I get ***** from your filthy abuse
You wash me, dry me, lay me back down
But for what?
For you to ***** me again
The life of a door mat
To catch your filth and not to care
Just think one day I will not be there
