The Lost Chunk Of Myocardium

Next time

Some come with a Roses,
and leave without a goodbye...
Just like they enter through the main,
and exit through the back,
And we're left in the hall,
sobbing hard and crying harder,
Standing all alone...

Next time when somebody knocks,
I'm gonna Slam the Door
onto their face,
With a curse word coming by....
So that this next time,
becomes the last
               to make me stand alone...