Who do you let in, when you trust no one? You keep the door bolted. You shut the blinds to close out the sun. You swallow the key. Who do you talk to when your life is a joke? Not the minister, I didn't pay my tithes. Not the doctor, since the massive stroke. Not the lawyer, I can't plead my case. They say I'm the ice queen, because I'm so cold. What does self preservation mean, if I can't protect my heart? And protect my heart I will. So don't even knock on that door, keep all that gossip to yourself, the punchline of life's joke no more, The only one I trust is myself.