Let Me In

He doesn't make your knee weak, 

he's beautiful and bleak.

He has a porcelain face, 

that cracks when he speaks.

I go to start a conversation but I, 

get no reply, 

and you stare just like a statue

as I break down and cry.



Your face is like an eagle, 

but your mind is like a crow.

and boy I know you have opinions, 

but you don't let them show.

You're a shelf of books with out the pages, 

a wealth of thoughts locked up in cages.



So if blood runs through your veins, 

don't you suppose it's such a waste

to be composed in such a way?

Just let me in... 



You write me letters

in a pen with no ink.

and you have your own eyes, 

but you don't dare blink.

You speak in words, 

without a sentence.

you're the ghost that haunts me, 

without a presence... 



So if blood runs through your veins, 

don't you suppose it's such a waste

to be composed in such a way?

Just let me in... 

Just let me in...