She closed the door, she locked the door
The door to her fragile heart
Not as fragile as glass, but bomb
Behind the door, there are sleepless nights, endless thoughts
He peeped through the door, he knocked on the door
She held her breathe, thoughts in her mind are spinning like a carousel
Is this love, is this fling or is this another douche
Hesitation, contemplation and rumination
He knocked again, he waited and he left
Expected.
