Afraid to open the door, the eastern wind brings…the coldness….the coldness I refuse to feel…
Afraid to look what`s beyond, this safe, place.
I spy from the locker, spy from the locker, to see who is outside….outside, it`s just another side.
I am sitting in my bed, afraid to open the door, afraid to feel, afraid even to be held, afraid to hold… (2X)
I finally open the door, I look, and… and…
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