The door was left wide open
In hopes that you would soon walk in
In the mind there are no pure thoughts
Yet curiosity still remains
The door was left wide open
Yet we both are afraid to see
What could be behind this door
Could it be happiness or grief
Flashbacks run through the mind
As we think about times we took steps in
Some times were good and some times were bad
Yet still we remained friends
The door remains wide open
This time I remain still
For fear has stiffened my movement
I am a prisoner to my own fear
One of the same we are it seems
Too prideful to admit defeat
Prisoner with the Open Door
The role we both fight to play the lead