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Autobiography

Happiness, is just a word to me and it might have meant a thing or two if I'd known the difference.

Emptiness, a lonely parody and my life another smokin' gun, a sign of my indifference.

Always keepin' safe inside where no one ever had a chance to penetrate a break in.

Let me tell you some have tried, but I would slam the door so tight that they could never get in.

Kept my cool under a lock and key and I never shed a tear; another sign of my condition.

Fear of love or bitter vanity, that kept me on the run; the main events of my confession

I kept a chain upon my door that would shake the shame of Cain into a blind submission.

The burning ghost without a name was still calling all the same, but I just wouldn't listen.

The longer I'd stall, the further I'd crawl
The further I'd crawl, the harder I'd fall
I was crawlin' into the fire.

The more that I saw, the further I'd fall
The further I'd fall, the lower I'd crawl
I kept fallin' into the fire-- into the fire...
Into the fire!

Suddenly, it occurred to me the reason for the run and hide had totaled my existence.

Everything left on the other side could never be much worse than this, but could I go the distance?

I faced the door and all my shame, tearin' off each piece of chain until they all were broken.

But no matter how I tried, the other side was locked so tight that door it wouldn't open.

Gave it all that I got and started to knock.
Shouted for someone to open the lock,
I just gotta get through the door.

And the more that I knocked, the hotter I got,
The hotter I got, the harder I'd knock,
I just gotta break through the door

Gotta knock a little harder, Gotta knock a little harder!
Gotta knock a little harder, Break through the door!!

Gotta knock a little harder....... break down-- the door..

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