In a state of panic you closed the door
I slammed my fist against it twice maybe more
This cold state of dread brings me to my knees
As your heart finally closes itself off from me
The realization a jagged knife piercing through
Wait...let me get my mind right.
Please don't make this our last fight.
With each passing minute it became more true
The tears that once fell
Had dried up in your pain 
Only this haunted time will tell.
Let me wallow in my shame.
This scar will remain hidden
With all the things unwritten
I hit your door once more to be sure.
This is the only loneliness I will endure.