Locked doors, rose red Locked doors, half dead I see your face so clean in my space And I want to believe that I hold the key to me Locked doors, release
We?re too busy We?re just too busy Always making predictions Never make an exception to the rules Why do we fight all through the night? Why do we fight
Chairs thrown and tables toppled Hands armed with broken bottles Standing no chance to win but We're not running, we're not running There's a point I
BEHIND CLOSED DOORS Writer Kenny O'Dell My baby makes me proud, Lord don't she make me proud She never makes a scene by hanging all over me in a crowd
Behind closed doors you're mine I'm yours We've got our own language and that's about all Stripped to the bone I'm happy alone So wherever I'm going
My baby makes me proud Lord don't he makes me proud He never makes a scene by hanging onto me in a crowd Cause people like to talk Lord don't they love
Sail lightly on winds Disappear on the breeze Lie firmly on pins Pull them out with ease Solid boned skeleton key Opens the most intricate locks Brother
Tied by love to you but I was tied too strong Still I'm afraid of knowin' what leavin' means I know I lived for you in all I tried to do You were the
Yeah Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel Yeah, we're goin' to the Roadhouse We
(Here we go) Your looking at the real deal now, Wooooooooooo Gonna kick your sorry ass out on the street (Ha ha ha ha ha ha, Is that what you got) You
My baby makes me proud Lord don't she make me proud She never makes a scene By hangin' all over me in a crowd 'Cause people love to talk Lord, don't
Behind closed doors we go to war, all out Heroes turn bitch and have to crawl out rich To fall out snitch to switch to out of bounds shit Flip, knock
I wish that I didn't need to say that I didn't bleed Open eyes, see my sores, steady mind, I'm not too sure It's easier just locking doors A toy doll
Fuel flow intravenously, mixed nitrous through chemistry. Chemicals under pressure, poison in my injectors. Mixing fluids to perfection, runaways clean
Decisions made, consequences paid I don??° have any reason to place the blame Through hard times you stood strong You helped me carry on You never let
My baby makes me proud, Lord, don't she make me proud She never makes a scene by hanging all over me in a crowd 'Cause people like to talk, Lord, don'
You've been chasing me forever Closing in as the days grow longer And this could be my fault Slowly grab a hold to try and find what really matters You
When you can't see your way; and you feel that You have gone astray; doing all you know how to do. God has not forgotten you. Hold your head up and be