I don't have the necessary words to get your attention
I can't find the shortest way to talk to you
I feel unspoken, unwise, hidden and forgotten
I find myself walking through a hallway; doors are all open
I ask myself, "Which door 'till I finally get to you,"
One door leads me to another
I'm searching for the door that will lead me directly to you
Once I find it I hope you'll be there.

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