Sindrome

She had the door open
But never crossed the threshold
She spend too many years waiting
Still nothing to hold on to
She run to many times
But only in her head, so
She stood there for too long
Don't know where to go to

The open door was looking like a mirror
When she took a look outside she saw only fear
Her eyes were not capable of producing tears
The prisoners soul was already disappeared

AH

The room was dark 
She never knew the light
She never knew how to
See wrong from right
Her world has never been too big
just bubble
Her talking is not clean
Just mumbles

The open door was looking like a mirror
When she took a look outside she saw only fear
Her eyes were not capable of producing tears
The prisonors soul was alredy dissapeard

AH