the lion down the hall

i got locked out one night when no one was home
i must have misplaced my key so ill spend the night alone

a painting of a lion standing proud and tall
fiercely smiled at me and dared me through the hall

doors open and doors close as I stagger down the hall
no one wants to let me in to feel safe within their walls

each room is dark and cold, yet id die to go inside
when they come to hunt me down, ive got nowhere to go and hide

i might outrun them for a while but someday id have to sleep
and theyll be right in back of me. im the meal they’ve longed to eat

I close my eyes, my body shakes, i take off down the hall
i see my goal, my eyes are set on the lion down the hall

my heart is pounding as i reach the golden frame
the panthers are behind me but the picture’s not the same

the lion got real hazy but the picture’s gotten clearer
i must be fucking crazy, all along it was a mirror

i could have the strength to win this fight
if i die, I’ll die proud
so i turned and lashed with all my might
with my mighty roar aloud

all my life i faced my fears and felt so weak and small
while all that time I never knew the lion down the hall

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