There might not be anything
But you'll never know til you get there
You might get hurt
But you'll never know til you lay your hands on it
Locking up from inside
Keep on saying that the key is lost
A room of mirror with a door tight closed
All you see is your vulnerable self
If you lost the key then break the lock
Horizontal crack across the mirror
A shoe that's lost its pair
Scared of being barefooted
Unable to take a step forward
Deeply confused and depressed
Am I being too scared?
Too passive?
There might not be anything
Things that you'll never know til you get there
You might get hurt
Things that you'll never know til you lay your hands on it
