I remember the bathroom door was framed by a light shining from beyond it

And I heard the sound of crying but it didn't make me sad

Because I knew whatever choice we made the resolution wouldn't differ

And I didn't have control but it didn't make me mad

It's the ending of a prophecy foretold minutes before

by an orchestra of tranquil playing a serene chord

sending me a message I wasn't listening for

telling me to open that light-enveloped door