Mayonnaise: Pseudo

Behind closed doors, when will you see
A broken man, torn to pieces

Thinking of what, we could’ve been
If he just turned away from me

Cause I will bring you to your knees
Or will you beg to see me cry
And give you all the time you need
To change your lines
Change your lines away from me

The morning comes, I still can’t see
The meaning to this curse
That I can’t escape
To see the beauty of the moonlight