Life behind the door is like being a
fugitive of war.
Keeping me trapped behind this cold
steel door.
With nothing but metal and a very
cold floor.
To dwell in until my days are
no more.
Controlling the light, controlling
my life.
Telling me when I'm wrong, and
when I'm right.
Crushing my dreams and dimming the
the light.
Telling me death is the only way out
of this fight.
