Its noon,
Your at my door,
I look at you and just shake my head,
I use too look forward to you,
But now your just pain at my door,
You fooled us all,
You tricked us,
And now you want me too help,
Well turn around mister,
Walk home now,
I wont help,
Because now all you are to me is,
Pain at my door,
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