Every time you walk past that door,You scratch my wounds You make me crawl back in painYou make me recall every hurt till dateEvery time you promise to fix things upA dent, a crack, a knot remains untouchedYou still give me that unworthy vibeYou still make me helpless in my eyesYou still make me question every whyEvery time you think you deserve I ask where were you when people loved to hurtI ask your intentions with meI ask the reason for your absence even when you were present near meAnd still you walk past that door Scratching every wound of minePausing to give a smileYou think you are doing right by meYou think you deserve my love till eternityYou think I need to be your undisputed legacyYou think… you believe… you chooseAnd I… stay still in pain, in agonyAs you watch my scratched woundsAnd you walk past that door with a smileWalk past tht door… scratching me