I hear doors open,
but my response is never inviting,
because it's never you,
knocking on the door fighting.  

Even though you won't show,
I open the doors with a wish,
Just to be let down again,
While dying for your kiss.

And I know that you're gone
But maybe you'll lose your way
And accidentally turn around
And possibly want to stay

You fuel my writings
But how i wish it weren't so
Because all fuels are consumed
Leaving me only the smoke

It's cloudy it's hazy
But my words are so clear
I can't even see you
But I hope you're still near

I know it's very unlikely
But right now it's a crime
With that being said I say please....
God help me this time