Opening the door to the future hoping to move on,
On the other side I find something's not right everything's gone.
Maybe I've opened the wrong door,
I'll try to go back and look for more.
Searching in circles the places I've been,
Hoping to find a clue to where my future begins.
Finding that mistakes that I've made,
It seems as though I'm getting repaid.
Telling myself to stay strong,
Still something is just so wrong.
Here's another door I'll try to go through,
There's something here but nothing new.
It's a look at all the memories I have forgot,
There's a few here I like but most I do not.
So I'll close this door and lock it up tight,
Once again searching for the door that is right.
I can see something not that far away,
Maybe this door will be the right way.
I try to open it but find that's it's locked,
I put my ear up to it and knocked.
This must not be the right one,
My journey is not getting to be any fun.
Here I go to looking once again,
I'll find my door I'm just not sure when.
Here's another that's looking pretty good,
But I guess that's how most of them should.
It's already open a little bit,
Something has broken the hinges on it.
Wow, there's things moving around in here,
In the distance I see something but it's not very clear.
It's the people in my life who have died,
Maybe they're going to be my guide.
“Are you here to help me not be alone?”
“No I'm sorry this journey must be completed on your own”.
This must be the door of my dreams,
Nothing in here is as real as it seems.
Back to the path of where I continue to look,
Wondering what paths I have already took.
I might have to back track to see what I've done,
To see if I've missed something or maybe someone.
Getting dark the further I go back,
Ambition in me is starting to lack.
I've done this already more times than it should take,
Crossing the path where I cried an entire lake.
Coming up on the door where I started this path,
Maybe I'll find answers to some of my aftermath.
Someone once told me before I can look for the door that's ahead,
The door to the past must be closed so it's not dread.
So I slowly pull the door to close it behind me,
Something doesn't seem right but what can it be?
I'm afraid to close it, what if I want to go back?
What if I find myself on the wrong track?
I don't want to be stuck in between,
And there's things to fix still from when I was a teen.
But I guess the truth is before you can open a door to the new,
You must close the door and leave the past behind you.
I just can't bring myself to let it be shut,
There's something I need first I just don't know what.