I held a key to a door
behind that door was not yours nor the world's to explore
but still you tried to look behind that door

Believing your fake nice littered with and laced with what I thought was not poison nor ice, your very being I now know had nothing to show and no one to know.

You are but an empty shell of a person I once used to know, but now I hope that one day when I'm taking a stroll through hell
I see you trying to ring your stupid bell only to find that no one can hear you yell.

My nooks & cranies were mine to keep, behind that door no one else's to see
You took that from me and now I sleep with a broken soul and all nights I weep

You pried the door off its hinges taking what you thought was yours and...