Doors
We all mess things up and run away, From our feelings and emotions We shut the door, lock it tight and throw away the key And hope somebody gets the key To free us from our own restraint The key gets undiscovered So does the person locked inside the door Unreachable, unapproachable and helpless Finally gets locked into a six feet box And buried forever in dark The person never gets to the light When it's already ended we still hope we had open doors.