In my life.
You are welcome.
Similar to a friend.
Similar to a kin.
You are welcome.

Enemies can be standing next to you.
And you think you apart of the in crowd.
But behind your back they are stabbing you.

Which I won't begin to do.
You're always welcome.

Similar to a foe.
That I don't even know.
In in need.
You're always welcome in my home.

Until you confirm to me you're not trusted.