Watching his life pa**ing before his eyes, just start thinking and begin to cry
Dreaming to go away, to run out of this place,
and there he remains
Walking alone in a white corridor,
Wandering alone there are so many doors
Which one to chose, which one would be his way?
How could he know which one goes with his key?
Hidding complications behind another smile,
trying another move feels like losing his time
He's screaming he won't fail, but his voice's echoing a lie
He spending his life
Walking alone in a white corridor,
Wandering alone there are so many doors
Which one to chose, which one would be his way?
How could he know which one goes with his key?