Behind the Door

Behind the door that's locked,
With a hidden key.
A girl sits there with a knife,
Crying uncontrollably.

Behind the door that's bolted shut,
And no way to get inside.
A girl raises the blade,
And prepares to die.

Behind the door that's sealed tight,
And curtains pulled across.
A girl begins to bleed,
Confused, upset and lost.

Behind the door that's locked,
With a hidden key.
A girl sits there with a knife,
And that girl is me.