Here I go again.
Being pushed around
forward to back
Back to forward
Kept in the dark but still
Twisting and turning just to please
It seems "they" never get enough
Day in day out I suffer at their whim
My spine is worn from scratches
And I get so tired of hanging around
Waiting to be wanted.
To be needed.
Then;
When I get that glance,
The look of want,
A hand comes over to me, grips my shoulder
And
I get pushed around
forward to back
Back to forward
Kept in the dark but I’m still
Twisting and turning just to please
It's no life, being kept in the dark
Spending your whole life being jammed in a tight dark place
I should rebel.
I should hang up my chains and refuse
To be
pushed around
forward to back
Back to forward
Kept in the dark and still
Twisting and turning just to please
Then again
Do I have a choice?
Am I to low on the keychain to even be noticed?
The keyrings get flashed around and appreciated
I guess it's just my life
The lonely life of a door key,
To be
pushed around
forward to back
Back to forward
Kept in the dark but still
Twisting and turning just to please
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