And what you don't see
is when you leave
you take a piece of me
Whether you walked away
Or that decision was left to me
So yes I'm guarded
And I may come off cold,
but you don't understand
that you've already touched my soul
If I've let you in to the point
that I'll share a morning,
you've taken a portion
without any fair warning
You've taken your cut
And think now I'll fit a mold.
The one that you premeditated
to enter into your soul
So you hand me a key
that's not meant to fit.
And you either back away slowly,
or give the lock shit
Meanwhile,
I'm standing there
Heart in my hand,
And an intense primal fear
So I start to turn
I need a fast get away
And you either run from me
Or beg me to stay
But it's not black and white.
And something that's still a ghost to me,
is a whole gray area-
Where we both take a chance to create the right key.
