Click

The soft click of the door is what makes my heart go.
It's the click that tells me what you're thinking
The mornings are hardest

I won't do it tonight
I won't let him control me

And then the blanket of regret covers the sky
And the sanctuary of the sun disintergrates
And I'm left alone, without choice
I'm not strong enough to walk away
And the door clicks as you saunter towards me
Removing shirt, belt, pants...
And you step before me as I remove my skin
and step into your web of "Let's fuck a whore"

And you do
My heart throbs out of my chest before you
And you laugh at it, push it to the side with your big toe
As you remember what you came for
And take it

I tried to get away, I really did
But I have to cling onto everything you made me believe
Maybe the door click means something else
Maybe it means you're the one removing their skin
Maybe this really is you naked, maybe I just don't understand

But you push me to the floor
And my eyes fog with the doubt
Before they clear with the realistion
You've done it again; you're going to take what you want again
And I can't bare it, and I gasp, and you smirk, thinking that I love this

Every inch of your deceit pushing into me
As you bring yourself to peak
You actually look into my eyes,
And crease your dimples
And you remind me that there is a tiny part of me that wants you
And I begin to cling to the minute hope again as you leave
Before I have chance to ask you for the cure to the cancerous thoughts
Plaguing my mind in front of you

You click the door behind you