Gate to my Heart

This gate's a bit rusty.
Made of Iron and Tin.
Every time it's forced open,
Noone will come in.

Each time it's dragged,
The hinges rust.
Fade Away
Like I must.

I drag it back, it scratches the ground.
Silently screaming, making no sound.
Marks that can wash off, but never really go.
Washed off, so you'll never ever know.

I could put on the lock,
Throw away the key.
Stop cruel fate from mocking me.
But closing myself in,
Seems like such a sin.

Each time it's dragged,
The hinges rust.
Fade Away
Like I must.

Each time it's dragged,
The hinges rust.
Fade Away
Like I must.

I'll oil the hinges, brackets and nails,
In vain it seems, it always fails.
To close back, without hurting me
I won't speak out, for it seems like such a sin to me.

Each time it's dragged,
The hinges rust.
Fade Away
Like I must.