Lock - Bent Life

One too many times

You had to prove me right

Once golden, unlocked

Now hanging like an afterthought

I’m broken open

You swore I wanted this, wanted that

You turned your back

I wanted you, but not to fix me

Not to make me whole

Not to save me

Turn the key again

I don’t need ammunition

Insulting injury

Familiar feelings grabbed by the neck and put to sleep

I never asked for heaven

Don’t put that on me

No prying, or begging

I don’t care for useless reasoning

Cause you can’t fix me

You can’t make me whole

You can’t save me

Turn the key

I know some things you can’t forget

Shut like a lock