Do not stare at me under the glare of the sun, br nor kiss my lips before night has begun, br Do not wrap your arms around me till you are asleep. br nor try and hold me until i have become old and week. br br Do not send me flowers until i am dead, br give them to your mother instead, br Do not speak to me nicely until i see red, br speak nicely to your father instead. br br I am a man and i dont do emotions well, br from the above i guess you can tell, br I am a closed door, br yet you, you are the key. br and i am so scared for you are slowly unlocking me. br br once open what then, will everything come crashing in, br what torments, what pains what dirt will it bring. br you reassure me that only clean feet will come through the door br yet how can i be sure, br trust me, you said, br and with that you cuddled me, br then a creak, br and the door opened a little more.