BACKDOOR

© RYAN GUILEY

I don’t have any doubts,

That there was a backdoor,

As I can assume and felt,

Why there are more hits and more.

Why all of a sudden today?

So many are interested in the page?

Blocking was there only way,

Keeping track as I have gauge.

Passing blame on another source,

As they are falling into their trap,

As they are setting their own course,

It’s not hard to figure out their map.

There is no hesitations for my girl,

As the door is always open,

As I definitely know with her curls,

She is my number one being roping.

The conditions were in the past,

As she was important from day one,

As I never band as it always last,

As they assume of who has won.

People listen and build assumptions,

But is that the true meaning?

As they are the source of corruption,

 Hiding the truth by a road of reeling.

Why is nothing still not natural?

Since, their hands are in the basket,

Hiding the truth and the factual,

Trying anyway to mask it.

But Betty, I will never lose you,

Since, as the world will know,

Of all the past years of what is true,

As they try to rebuild and grow.