I'm sitting on the floor,
As the room closes in before me,
Staring blankly at the pale paint,
It nears my tear-stained face,
A note slips under the door.

He says, let me in, let me in,
I'll open the door with nothing left to hide.

He's got his hand in mine,
We are both just as broken,
Our problems won't dissolve,
So we play with the devil.

He says, Let me in, Let me in,
I'll open the door with nothing left to hide.