Gabrielle AplinLet 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...
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