No one thanks a door for doing what it's told Though very important is the job they hold Think of all the cold and bugs they keep away So, thank the lord for doors when you pray.
There might just be a monster in there I heard some noise, some snivel, I swear I called my pap to come check it out It was just him in the closet mucking about.
See me in the mirror I have aged The same, but different I feel that I am here I see that he is not As time passes, again I will stare But I will not be there I see that he will