Doors, some are closed, some are being closed, but a few ones stay open and anothers are opening.
I want to open some doors and close anothers but it's hard to do that.

I stare glazed at your eyes and even then I couldn't smile, I coudn't walk away, I coudn't say any word that's make sense. I couldn't do anything!

I'm drunk with my drunkness of being. I'm tired of being.
I am just tired of my thoughts!