Every time you walk past that door,
You scratch my wounds
You make me crawl back in pain
You make me recall every hurt till date
Every time you promise to fix things up
A dent, a crack, a knot remains untouched
You still give me that unworthy vibe
You still make me helpless in my eyes
You still make me question every why
Every time you think you deserve
I ask where were you when people loved to hurt
I ask your intentions with me
I ask the reason for your absence even when you were present near me
And still you walk past that door
Scratching every wound of mine
Pausing to give a smile
You think you are doing right by me
You think you deserve my love till eternity
You think I need to be your undisputed legacy
You think… you believe… you choose
And I… stay still in pain, in agony
As you watch my scratched wounds
And you walk past that door with a smile
Walk past tht door… scratching me
