The Darker Side

Every door has a darker side, Everything has a shadow.
There's always something hidden behind every little thing that we see.
I get all these feelings when I sit alone and turn up the pages.
The pages filled up with the past, of the people whom I know.
The past seems to be filled about everything that I dislike
Every bit of it, and Everytime I end up with not much to ask about
Not much to think about, but maybe something to worry about.
Yeah, It feels weird imagining how things were with the ones I know
But I don't think It should affect me now, because I know how things are now.
But the more I see, the more I think, and the more I worry.
I don't think that there's anything else to know, but who does?
Every door has a darker side. Everything has a shadow.