I'd tell you to go to hell but you've created it like a fire within me.

You cant hate me for things you've done before
you cant slam an already closed door

For I have locked you out
and the key is in cement

You cant own what was never yours
you cant borrow what you had already stole

For I have locked you in a jail
and mangled it shut

and I cant be yelled at anymore
and I cant be the one to scream for help at that your cold shoulder.