If you look behind the closed doors of your mind
Would you find yourself, looking at me?
You hide in the shadows of your lies
The ones that help you smile and laugh
Perpetrated by the banging down the hall
If you stop to listen, you'll hear my voice
Over the banging on the door...down the corridor of your mind.
When I listen to the memories of us passed...
I hear the sorrow creeping in.
When I see you passing and you don't even see me...
I feel that sorrow creeping in.
Daunting are the echos of your steps fading fast
Were i to stop listening...I'd hear you clear.
But when I look behind the closed doors of my mind.
I see what I had hoped you'd see.
Stepping out from the darkness of my lies
Into the light
I only see me.
~Wayne~
