Keys To My Heart

There were four keys--one for each of the boys I was in love with.
I had given each of them away a long time ago, when we were kids.
It all just depended on who unlocked the door first; that's who really
held the key to my heart, forever. Until then, I'd keep waiting.



I don't own Eric, Marc, Jordan or Jared Staal, or their respective teams.
This whole story was made up, it didn't happen. And I doubt it ever will.