On the other side of the door, you're being dragged away.
The room must be soundproof because I don't know whether you're cheering or kicking and screaming.
I'd love it if you tried to stay, but at this rate it doesn't look like you will.
So go.
I can move on, I will move on.
The other side of the door must be a different world
If that's so, how'd you manage to make it into mine?
I want you out.
Is it not true that doors create separations?
You say you want it but where's your battering ram? I threw mine away.