Let Me In
He doesn't make your knee weak,he's beautiful and bleak.He has a porcelain face,that cracks when he speaks.I go to start a conversation but I,get no reply,and you stare just like a statueas I break down and cry.
Your face is like an eagle,but your mind is like a crow.and boy i know you have opinions,but you don't let them show.You're a shelf of books with out the pages,a wealth of thoughts locked up in cages.
So if blood runs through your veins,don't you suppose it's such a wasteto be composed in such a way?Just let me in...
You write me lettersin a pen with no ink.and you have your own eyes,but you don't dare blink.You speak in words,without a sentence.you're the ghost that haunts me,without a presence...
So if blood runs through your veins,don't you suppose it's such a wasteto be composed in such a way?Just let me in...Just let me in...