The Right Door

Paralyzed by the image, That builds up in my head, The past keeps haunting me, My eyes are bloodshot red, From the lack of sleep, I continue to miss at night, I try to forget it all, But I can never win the fight, I'm still here pray to God, "Please help me let go," But each day it hits me, These feelings continue to show, If my past don't fade away, My life won't move on, And my days will shatter, Till they are all completely gone, So I'm down on my knees, Praying and praying some more, Please Lord help me let go, And show me to the right door!!