People keep trying to get behind doors.
Doors that are locked, doors that are closed.
Places in my heart that nobody knows.
Forgotten dreams, this imagination wasteland.
Places once touched by my hand.
Innocence and bliss once lived there.
Now broken hearts lay to waste everywhere.
The youth of my past, memories not forgotten.
Though hidden away in places now darkened.
Behind doors that are locked lives the youth in me.
Behind doors that are closed lives the imagination once breathed.
In places in my heart that nobody knows, lives the youth in me.

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