The door’s closed now,

No one’s listening.

Go ahead.

Talk about me like I’m no longer alive.

Call me a bitch, a rebel,

A fuckin’ ungrateful little prick.

Your words, not mine.

I’ll show you.

You think I’m deaf to your snide remarks?

You think I can’t hear all the shit you say about me?

I’m not stupid.

You of all people should know that.

You should know that I know.

I’ll always find out.

The door’s closed now for the night

And you think I’m asleep.

Go ahead and think that.

I’ll pull out the flame and burn down the house;

Watch you go up in smoke.

Then I’ll laugh.

How’s that for a psycho bitch?

Or how about I just disappear

The way I’ve perfected so long ago.

Then who will take your shit from you and shove it down your face.

I’m so tired…

The door is closed now.

You hear no more noises;

No more computers whirring,

No more music playing,

Just the rhythmic chirping of the crickets.

You hear the quiet but all I can hear

Is what you’ve been saying,

What you’ve said,

Behind the closed door.

Oh no, it won’t keep you safe for long

Dearest,

The door won’t keep you safe.