Lock and Key
Yearning for Liberation
Lyrics
I keep it under lock and key
Keeping personal matters confidential and secure
My world is heavy can you hear my plea
Expressing the burden of his world and seeking empathy
I'm growing tired of this tear-stained eye
Fatigue from emotional distress reflected in tearful eyes
Sometimes I wonder why I even try
Questioning the purpose and efficacy of his efforts
So I keep it under lock and key
Continuing to keep emotions guarded and protected
I guess it wasn't really meant to be...
Acknowledging a sense of fate or inevitability
Andf I keep it under lock and key
Reiteration of the decision to keep emotions hidden
I keep it behind my front door
Securing personal matters within the confines of home
My ears are ringing and my throat is sore
Physical and emotional strain evident, seeking solace
I'm growing tired of lonely place
Expressing weariness in a solitary environment
Sometimes I wonder when I'll see your face
Pondering the uncertainty of reuniting with a loved one
And I keep it behind my front door
Emphasizing the discreet nature of keeping emotions
I guess you never really know for sure
Doubting the certainty of outcomes in relationships
..And I keep it behind my front door
Reiteration of keeping emotions secluded at home
I keep it under lock and key
Maintaining emotional security despite challenges
My heart is heavy and my legs are weak
Describing the emotional and physical toll of life
I'm growing tired of the lonely life
Expressing dissatisfaction with a solitary existence
I want a child and I want a wife
Desiring a family and more meaningful connections
Then I'll open up my front door
Anticipating the possibility of opening up emotionally
I'll tell you when I know for sure
Committing to honesty when certainty is established
I'll get down on my one good knee
Expressing a traditional proposal gesture
And I'll ask you will you marry me
Posing the question of marriage to a significant other
Then I'll throw away this lock and key
Preparing to embrace emotional vulnerability
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