My life is like a picture frame
The picture isn't very clear
This is what I really fear
I walk around with blinders on
When I look at life, I have tunnel vision
I'm walking down this long hallway
All of the walls around me are white
It's like this hallway will never end
There is a lot of smoke in this hallway
I can't see the end of this hallway
When I get to the end of the hallway
There is a big blue door at the end of the hallway
I'm very afraid to open this big door
What is on the other side of this door
I don't open the door
I just turn around and walk away