Knocking the door

Closed doors of an empty house
Despite the looks
I knocked the door
even thou there was no response
I kept knocking
knocking at your door
Despite the looks
Even thou was no response
there were my foolish hopes
that kept me standing there
waiting in vain
to see a smile, to see your face
I kept knocking
knocking at your door
Despite the looks
even thou was no response
Until my knuckles began to bleed
and there was so much pain
Hope shrinked to the size of a coin
I could not longer go on.