Under New Management
Here I am at the door to my heart
I’ve given too many the key.
So now I stand in confidence
The lock is changed and the new owner is me.
I’m making a comeback,
Loud, strong and proud.
But I’m doing it quietly,
Not drawing a crowd.
Most who had a key,
Didn’t bother with it for long.
Love felt so deep
But didn’t outlast a song.
There are a few of them out there though,
They’ve coveted the given key,
They’ve hidden it away
Sometimes held it with glee.
These chosen few
They always seem to return.
Not to open the door,
Just making sure the handle still turns.
What a surprise it will be,
Next time they try
They may even knock,
But that’s not gonna fly.
It’s time for me to be selective again
And I can tell by lookin’ nah you’re not him.
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