by Jessica J. Ridley
Wednesday, January 22, 2003
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When one door shuts, another opens.
But what if it doesnít?
What if you are trapped?
Stuck inside that little room.
You know the one,
The one inside your head...
The walls are coming closer,
Godís sick sense of humour.
Claustrophobiaís setting in.
Every time a door opens, I think Iíll win the race.
Every time a door opens, it slams shut in my face.
Every time a door opens, I think Iíll make it through.
Every time a door opens, I donít know what to do.
God has locked the exit,
And tossed away the key.
Those doors just wonít stay open.
I wish heíd stop playing games with me.
I canít take much more of this.
The little room, inside my head.
Keeps getting smaller still.
Next time that door slams shut...
Iím going for the window.