Don't open the door.
The people outside sound nice
And they have chairs, tents, food,
Drink and more importantly, good company.

They say they care, they say they want to see you better
But it feels like a lie, it hurts more than they know,
It feels like deception, a plot to ruin you from inside.

It's probably true and it might be.
But we don't open the door.
We never open the door.
We let them stay outside because it's safer.

The house is a mess, everything is *****.
And they expect it to be clean.
They think you have it together,
They think it's so easy.

I never answer the door,
I don't want the company
And I don't want the sympathy.
It all needs to be left as it was.

The people are scary,
Their comfort hurts
And it makes me want to disappear
Because things won't change.

They say they want to help
But they can't, no one can.
It's me myself and I
Resisting the urge to die.

They don't know the story,
They don't have the time to listen,
But it's too much.
It's just too much.

The knocking doesn't stop.
And I'm never going to open,
Because if I do,
They will stay and I will leave.

So maybe it's a way out.