Pseudo - Mayonnaise

Behind close 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 moonlight