The song "Let Love In" by the Goo Goo Dolls inspired this. So that tells you I don't own the song. I also don't own Camp Rock, or it's characters. Take your pick of whose house Tess is sitting outside of.
It's still sweltering outside
(even after the sun goes down)
I bang my head against your screen door
(for the thousandth time)
I try to scream your name in anger
(I want to scream your name)
But it only rolls from my tongue as a pathetic plea.
(Baby, please just open the door)
My voice is raw, along with my bleeding knuckles
(scrape, scrape, scrape across the wooden floor of your front porch)
I wonder if by now you have gone to sleep
(curled into the sheets the way you used to curl into me)
Maybe you're watching TV
(listening to fake sitcom laughter or annoying game show host voices)
Or maybe you're sitting right there
(silently on the other side of the door)
Listening to every word I say, but not giving in
(you never do)
I decide you are, indeed, right here
(almost back-to-back with me)
I know because I hear you crying
(sobbing, choking on emotion)
Making tiny tear splatters on the thighs of my jeans
(no, I'm the one that's crying)
Again
(never ending)
The streets are dark and empty
(just like me)
We aren't what we used to be
(that's my fault)
And now I've completely broken
(that's your fault)
Hairline cracks finally give away
(shattering my exterior)
To reveal what you've left under the mask
(glittering shards of a broken girl)