I was always good with directions
And even better with maps
But there was no way to read your mind
Without getting myself trapped

But I tried and tried
To simply open your skull
But I couldn't read anything
As if your pencil was dull

I tried finding a key
Or a way to read your mind
But there were no maps in sight
Did you leave them all behind?

I wondered for days and days
If there was a way to get in
But opening your skull was wrong
Entering your mind a sin

I guess I just wasn't the person
I didn't have the right
And every time I reached for the ****
The door went out of sight

I looked around and asked around
Searching for the key
But nobody gave me the answer
Nobody except for me

I knew why you wouldn't open
It was because of who you were
Because opening your mind was difficult
Your memories were better a blur

So I never tried again
To get into that skull of yours
But once I found your answer
I had the key for the other doors