My life is filled with doors that are constantly revolving
I'm always involved in either letting someone leave
or hoping that someone will walk through,
knowing that all I do is stay welcoming,
I'm tired of being the door man always laying dormant,
I'm just another welcome mat.
One lover after the next,
they'd wipe their feet on their exit,
and I'm tired of asking who next is,
because I'm tired of wondering whether every
single one of them regretted it.