Spicy Whisky - Eleven lyrics

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?