Behind the rusty lock that holds the creaky wooden door… I am gonna come to dust off your crazy lil mixed up soul

Peeking through those wooden holes, I am going to go deeper to gaze through the corners, the roof n the floor

U may want to clinch onto your secrets…to the fears that are untold… I will still run my fingers on whatever memories new and old

Just gimme a lil time, i ask for nothing more