It doesn't really make a difference
If I'd been there or not
I'm surrounded by my bright white walls
Dusting off the old guitar
And I know
The list is gonna wreck
All that I have tried to do
Swords being forged on my back
And I know
I won't find it here
And I know
You are blinded when you're
A door without a handle
Is just a pretty wall
And I know
I won't find it here
And I know
You are blinded when you're
I am forever sold
I am a wasted soul x3
A wasted soul
A door without a handle is just a pretty wall

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