Young man goes through his life
Like through the jungle
He wants to cut his past
Like with a knife
His body tortured with thorns
His hands turned to bones
Pain and sorrow amass in your life more and more
Take one step away – leave it all behind the door
Don’t close your eyes
Someday the sun will rise
Lookin’ at the wicked sky
Wonderin’ is it time to die
‘Cause his damned heart is empty
He thinks it is his destiny
Behind The Door
© Copyright: Стас Долгов, 2008
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