I don't want to let you in.
Not because I don't love you,
but because then you'll see what a mess I have made
for myself, but many others as well.
My friends and family have become my clean up crew
The maids of my life.
Always sweeping never sleeping a full night
Without a worried call of distress
Asking pointless questions after questions and even more
I have become a burden
And if i let you in you would see the neatness of the situation fall beneath me
and I would have to let you see the reality of our "situation"
You aren't ready for that
and neither am I
So turn around and stop ringing my bell
and leave me in this living hell
It's the way I like it.