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She’s not the mat at your front door,
she’s not a mat to her own door.
She locked it too tightly with rust and mire,
if you open it you might break something.
How do I let it out?
I don’t want people to be the stamp to my letter anymore,
they aren’t my transportation to unconditional love.
I can’t love till I learn what it is.
You’re there… I feel it
this choke on arrogance is tearing my time here.
Carry me once again… press Your heartfelt words to my bones
she’s not a mat to her own door.
She locked it too tightly with rust and mire,
if you open it you might break something.
How do I let it out?
I don’t want people to be the stamp to my letter anymore,
they aren’t my transportation to unconditional love.
I can’t love till I learn what it is.
You’re there… I feel it
this choke on arrogance is tearing my time here.
Carry me once again… press Your heartfelt words to my bones