Nothing at all
Itís me thatís knocking.
You donít have to open up. I just came here to talk this time.
You donít have to be uptight.
I never meant to cause you no trouble.
I must have been out of my head.
I know you got a restraining order on me and that Iíll go back to jail if the copís catch me here.
But I needed to come.
I needed to wish you a good life without me.
I know you hate me.
Half the population of LA County hates me. So Iím used to it.
Me hurting you, thatís different.
I donít feel at all good about that.
I just needed to tell you that, so you understand where Iím coming from.
No, it ainít love.
Itís something else, something I donít know how to put into words.
I would have to rip open my chest to show you what it is.
But you know me.
You know I canít expose myself to nobody like that.
I already hurt too much to let anybody get a gander of whatís inside of me to use it against me.
Yet I wanted you to know.
Thatís the only reason I cam.
Now Iíd better get out of here before I say or do something both of us might regret.
You enjoy yourself, you hear?
You keep your head up, too.
You got nothing to be ashamed of.
We ainít gonna talk about that either.
Well, baby, I gotta go.
Just keep your door shut and locked.
If you hear anything out here, itís just me
You hear me, baby?
Itís nothing at all.