A house with many rooms

in a house with many rooms
all with a part of my life
I'm dusting them one by one
see what I find

it's bits and pieces
and I don't see what I like
been making some wrong turns
those doors are closing in my face
got to open them up again

and I can't let go of those memories
they're so much a part of me
even though they're bad
they're all I ever had

I seem to have lost the key
a world has turned me out
gonna build a new one
those doors will open loud

and the house it will be standing
as it always did with closed doors
they will open up once more
with the many rooms
with all the memories

so let me live my life
I've lived hard and long
it will pass
and I'll walk along

(c) JR. eightees-ninetees