That Red Door

I'd like to make myself believe
that your words mean something more
But I just stopped believing
when you walked through that red door.

I still find I want you back
to hold you in my arms,
But I'm in mourning, draped in black
'cause you used that red door.

I rarely ever hear from you
you don't even try to call,
You're probably with another chick
or flirting at the mall.

I still find I want you back
to hold you in my arms,
But I'm in mourning, draped in black
'cause you used that red door.

I bet that I don't cross your mind
I can't say that I blame you,
But you should know you're still on mine
when will my heart escape you?

No more do I want you back
to hold you in my arms,
Not since you stabbed me in the back
and walked through that red door.