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2d
I'm sitting on your doorstep
I've rung the bell
A thousand times
I know you will not open up
For just a pointless rhyme

But rage is burning in my soul
The aftertaste of youth
So throw open the doors
Let me see inside
Let me see the truthΒ Β 

Let me in to the heavens
Let me in to your hell
Let me in to the darkness
That I know so well
Let me in to the beauty
Let me see your sin
Just wherever you are
Please let me in


I've caused you pain and anger
I've caused you guilt and shame
I know that our friendship
Will never be the same

But rage is burning in my soul
The aftertaste of youth
So throw open the doors
Let me see in
Let me see the truth

Let me into the heavens
Let me into your hell
Let me into the darkness
That I know so well
Let me in to the beauty
Let me see your sin
Just wherever you are
Please let me in


I'm sitting on your doorstep
Rung the bell for the last time
I know you will not open up
I'll take this as your wave goodbye

And guilt is burning in my throat
The aftertaste of lies
But no matter what
I'll stay sitting on your doorstep
In case
you change
your mind
I'm not entirely sure who this is written to - it could be a number of people. All I know is the emotion behind it.
Hope you enjoy :)
Written by
Leah Carr  14/Gender Fluid/lost
(14/Gender Fluid/lost)   
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