When you step outside this room,
You become invisible.
Anytime you open your mouth, your words
Have proven to be unreliable.
Never let me see you
Outside this room.
No, never let me see you
Outside this.
Outside this.
Oh, tell me why you'd ever want to
Walk out this door.
Just pray to God,
I don't see you anymore.
You're out of my hands
Outside this.
Outside this.
Your mask is made of glass,
And I see into your eyes.
Show me your soul and your foundation
under your finite disguise.
Never let me see you
Outside this room.
No, never let me see you
Outside this.
Outside this.
Oh, tell me why you'd ever want to
Walk out this door.
Just pray to God,
I don't see you anymore.
You're out of my hands
Outside this.
Outside this.
Outside this.
Outside this.
Outside this.
Outside this.
Oh, tell me why you'd ever want to
Walk out this door.
Just pray to God,
I don't see you anymore.
You're out of my hands
Outside this.
Outside this.
A contest entry
- Music To My Ears by Brandan Shamaya.
600 points, ended July 22, 2008, 17 entries
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Comments
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You do have a bit of a Doors aura about you. Have you been in Jim Morrison's medicine cabinet?
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thanks for entering



