When The Doors Close

It's all about making mistakes and when the consequences just seem to come thick and fast

In cycles of three

All of my fears will soon come to me

Penniless, hopeless, and without a home

And they say it's easier to live alone

 

Always I'm better off with the fate I never chose

I curse myself when the doors are closed

There's something not right here

There's nothing I can do but disappear

 

In battles aplenty

I make myself another enemy

Everyday I see the patterns repeat

The streets are empty and the skies are bleak

 

Always I'm better off with the fate I never chose

I curse myself when the doors are closed

There's something not right here

There's nothing I can do but disappear

 

I'm lacking a little depth

And maybe some sorta explanation

I'm lacking a sense of perspective

But I love this sense of self-mutilation

Someday you'll understand

But today I'm wasting no time

 

Always I'm better off with the fate I never chose

I curse myself when the doors are closed

There's something not right here

There's nothing I can do but disappear

 

The End

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