I have this secret
That I think is best to confess
To lift this burden off my chest
I'm hoping this broken token
I'm holding will open
Door number four
Because one, two, and three
Just aren't enough for me
Now you can call me greedy
But believe me sweetie
You're more then enough to feed me
So don't decieve me
Just plain SEE me
Cause these days in time
I feel deaf, dumb and blind
So I hide this mind of mine
Behind every rhyme
And write every line
Like you're never going to read it
On the sole fact that I need it
So when you finally meet it
Treat it like you've never seen it
Just the first of the only
Two things I can give you
So if both your hands are empty
You need only to simply tempt me
In your palms I'll place them both gently
And grant you entry
Past that which defends me