Standing in a doorway
Unsure of to stay or leave
If i stay it will end so fast
But to leave is to grieve
So a war goes on
Inside my mind
My heart tortured
All of the time
I want the war to end
To simply call you friend
But i'm standing in this doorway
Heaven versus hell
All over and over
Again and again
I need the war to end
To look into your eyes
And simply speak friend
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