Unfair is the open door you refuse to go through,
While the servant waits unmoving to take your bags.
Paid with commission it is his mission to please you.
But your old room felt just like home.
Sorry you were kicked out,
I know I hated being evicted.
Could have all been avoided,
If the servant had quit.
Now you fire him,
Told him to kindly get the **** out.
Ruining all she had once going for her,
His head filled with doubt.
He killed the love,
He started the fire.
She buried the love,
She cried in denial.
Don't lose both of us,
Or at least just lose me.
No one compares to him,
That I could always see.