Doormat

I'm made of colorful designs
woven with threads not hard to find
I'm getting stepped on half the time
Working at the drop of a dime

I'm your doormat, baby
I'm your doormat, baby
It's not fair, believe me
That I'm your doormat, baby

I'm just a sponge to all your tears
when you spit your burdens in my ear
It kinda makes me wanna disappear
Who's the victim who's the volunteer?

I'm your doormat, baby
I'm your doormat, baby
It's not fair, believe me
That I'm your doormat, baby

Giving in is the flame, only when it feels wrong
But if I had control, maybe I wouldn't write
such a stupid song

I'm your doormat, baby
I'm your doormat, baby
It's not fair, believe me
That I'm your doormat, baby

I'm your doormat, baby
I'm your doormat, baby
I'm your doormat, baby
I'm your doormat, baby



Credits
Writer(s): Justin W Kline
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