Doormat

I used to be your doormat

Under me I swept your crimes

But if the rug has had enough

It lets you trip sometimes

 

You made me a nervous wreck

Had this power over me

But now not anymore

Today I set myself free

 

I saw a frog turned into a prince

awoken when we kissed

Turned out you’re still a frog

and now I am so pissed

 

The raging fire built inside

finally burned your ass

Gave you no place to hide

Showed you my mess

 

Don’t care if this is the end

of our bittersweet romance

Or if it will eventually

breaks down your fence

 

Either way, it’s good for me

I slowly start to harden

And maybe if you’re very nice

I’ll let you back into my garden

 

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