I keep asking if I am alone,
I keep wondering if I am gone.
I keep thinking my worst thoughts,
I keep facing the little black door.
I know nothing of these wars,
I couldn't care less to know more.
I only want to leave it all,
Behind the lock of the little black door.
I had been there before,
I knew the scars and their lore.
Now all I want is to lock the door,
And throw away the keys - to my little black door.
