Empty Doorways

(ahhhh) I was only eight years old

When the winter wind grew cold

You walked out and shut the door

Leaving shadows on the floor

What did I do to make you go?

I just really need to know

Oh mom, I have questions for you

Searching for some kind of truth

Why was it so hard to stay?

Why did you throw it all away? (why...)

Growing up without your hand

Trying hard to understand

Was I quiet? Was I loud?

Did I fail to make you

proud?

Every milestone that I passed I asked the questions you never answered

Oh mom, I have questions for you

Searching for some kind of truth

Why was it so hard to stay?

Why did you throw it all away? (yeah)

Just an eight-year-old kid... (hummmm)