My heart is a lock,
and he has the key,
But why oh why,
does he not love me?
...
My footsteps echoed through a hallway of gloom,
A haggered old woman clutched hold of her broom,
A squeal, a yelp, a sound of despair,
rang through the hall, but she did not care,
...
My Heart Is Locked
My heart is a lock,
and he has the key,
But why oh why,
does he not love me?
I watch him daily,
for hours on end,
However,
this routine,
will not help my heart mend.
Why do I love you?
I have no clue,
I just wish,
that you loved me too...