Key To My Room

there was no such thing as facebook I used to keep a diary in my drawer but everybody read my diary and everybody saw, lol they sabotaged my belongings and they stole my favourite books they took away my whisky and they took away my looks my room was not mine anymore my privacy was gone I put a lock upon my door and I kept the key intact I still have the key and its always there and this is actual fact the key is to my heart and all the things that matter there is no room for all the trivial and the scatter all the beauty, nice things to remember, things I wanted before are always there, in moments of woe, just on the inside of my door , there is a chest so full of treasures, and wonderful things to keep but, its safe inside my heart and now and then I love to peep and all the things that mattered all the good times iv had for that is all to take with you in this life and for that I will always be glad