Bound

Something keeps me hesitating

Although I've been waiting, waiting

Waiting for the open door

To show me that it leads to something more

Untouched party invitations

Smoke and mirror decorations

Is there cause for celebrating

As I stand here waiting, waiting?

All your dreams are products of smoke machines

(Unclear)

All the doors you walk through you've closed before

(No hesitating now)

Destiny: Nothing more than an open door

(Walk through)

Move your feet, your steps make a new beat

And you are dancing now

Time slips by

The mirror's shine will fade 

But you will grow to be the shine inside

The smoke can't hide the spirit wanting you to set it free

Once I was a fading child

I'd disappear more every year

Till I could see through my skin

But lost sight of where I begin