Closed doors


Looking for the truth for the last eight years

Giving up my entire social life

The highest point has been the page

With the odd message and occasional porn

I leave you on a high at my lowest points

Like there is no depression in my death

When you walk through my closed doors

The clutter will be loud

But the only thing you will really hear

Is the silence of God


Paul Butterfield Jnr






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