death is just a door,
something i heard him say,
as he was leaving.
and i swore i'd never let it happen again.
it changes each night,
and in the morning,
there's never anyone
next to me.
the last time i thought i'd learned my lesson,
but my head and my heart
are not on the same page,
and i wonder why
i find i'm coming back for more.
how can i fix my head and my heart,
without breaking even more?
if this can be done,
will you come back through my door?
i ask too much
from the world i know,
but i am truth,
and i will be true,
until this world gives me up,
because they say
death is just a doorway.
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