Welcome to my humble abode
Let go of this anger you hold
Tell the story that needs to be told
How can you be so cold
It only grows as we grow old
I don't believe what I've been told
Your lies can not be sold
You dare to be so bold
For I will not fold
Your heart is not made of gold
I know you just want to be hold
This act of yours is growing old
And my heart is growing cold