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'Knock, knock' on the door, But, I won't let you in. No, no. The chamber of my heart is closed. But 'knock, knock' you say. Oh no! I am stronger in this position than any other. A huge 'liquidation' sign hung, For months and months, At my window pane. I gave away everything I had to give, To you, To family, To friends. Nothing is left here, Nothing for you, Nothing for me. There is no you and me. My heart is closed. I sacrificed, I worked, I gambled, I lost. I am fine. 'Knock, knock' you say. But my door is closed to you, Always now. I won't let you in again. No. no. Go away, now. I have nothing left to give. The chamber of my heart was looted long ago. Gutted. Raised to the ground. Left empty. Dilapidated. Condemned. Like a broken down warehouse, In some sort of insurance scam that went wrong. Was that it? Was this all some crazy scheme? To gather insurance on care? On love? To put me in line? To own everything I have? Everything I am? To control me? Insuring against me, Then ripping me apart, Stone by stone, Day by day. No, no. You can't come in again. Not you. Not ever. Go away. This fraud went wrong. I build back up, Brick by fragile brick. I put up a wall, With a sign, 'Private property', Keep out! Yet, 'knock, knock', So, now I say, 'Trespassers will be prosecuted'. Oh yes. Come near me again, I will tear you apart. I have emotional dynamite, Golden. So much you don't know. Oh yes. Come near me again, I will blow your life apart, Just as you did mine. 'Knock, knock'? Really? 'Knock, knock'? Honestly? You think you have a right to ask? For anything? Ever again? Oh no! Not now. Not never. Test my walls, If you like. They are steady. Knock on the door, If you like. I'm not listening. My chamber's closed, My heart is not open for business, Everything went in the recession. I don't have a thing to my name, Emotionally. Except ambition. And drive. And a whole host of strength. You can lay siege, I won't notice. You can knock, I won't answer. No, no, Not ever again. You are not welcome. Oh no! No more. Please go. Spare yourself the trouble, Of the incessant knocking...

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Trespassers Will Be Prosecuted

'Knock, knock' on the door, But, I won't let you in. No, no. The chamber of my heart is closed. But 'knock, knock' you say. Oh no! I am stronger in this position than any other. A huge 'liquidation' sign hung, For months and months, At my window pane. I gave away everything I had to give, To you, To family, To friends. Nothing is left here, Nothing for you, Nothing for me. There is no you and me. My heart is closed. I sacrificed, I worked, I gambled, I lost. I am fine. 'Knock, knock' you say. But my door is closed to you, Always now. I won't let you in again. No. no. Go away, now. I have nothing left to give. The chamber of my heart was looted long ago. Gutted. Raised to the ground. Left empty. Dilapidated. Condemned. Like a broken down warehouse, In some sort of insurance scam that went wrong. Was that it? Was this all some crazy scheme? To gather insurance on care? On love? To put me in line? To own everything I have? Everything I am? To control me? Insuring against me, Then ripping me apart, Stone by stone, Day by day. No, no. You can't come in again. Not you. Not ever. Go away. This fraud went wrong. I build back up, Brick by fragile brick. I put up a wall, With a sign, 'Private property', Keep out! Yet, 'knock, knock', So, now I say, 'Trespassers will be prosecuted'. Oh yes. Come near me again, I will tear you apart. I have emotional dynamite, Golden. So much you don't know. Oh yes. Come near me again, I will blow your life apart, Just as you did mine. 'Knock, knock'? Really? 'Knock, knock'? Honestly? You think you have a right to ask? For anything? Ever again? Oh no! Not now. Not never. Test my walls, If you like. They are steady. Knock on the door, If you like. I'm not listening. My chamber's closed, My heart is not open for business, Everything went in the recession. I don't have a thing to my name, Emotionally. Except ambition. And drive. And a whole host of strength. You can lay siege, I won't notice. You can knock, I won't answer. No, no, Not ever again. You are not welcome. Oh no! No more. Please go. Spare yourself the trouble, Of the incessant knocking...