Glimpses of a room
Flowered, decked in blue
Crayon scribbles on the wall,
A place I’ve visited in dreams.
In the corner there’s door
I can’t say that it was there before
And I can’t turn the handle,
‘Cause it’s not my place to change.

Souls behind the pantry doors,
Between the mirrors and under the floor
Hiding from the dark and spaces
In this cold and empty room
I don’t dare to look inside,
I don’t belong here in this room.
But I’m too afraid, and frozen,
Too scared to try and run away.

My mind is locked in an empty room,
And my soul’s behind the door.

 
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