At the Ends of a Black and White Spectrum

The worst part about having tasted heaven
Now everything is bitter in comparison
The worst part about having seen the light
Now I’m blind to the beauty in life
The worst part about having loved before
Now I’m not independent anymore
The worst part about setting off to roam,
Is risking never coming back home

One door closed
And another opened
I walked so far for something new
Kept walking through doors
Not knowing what to look for,
Now there’s no more to walk through

The worst part about giving into the temptation
Now I can’t resist the addiction
The worst part about all the optimism
Now the depression hits me harder
The worst part about having had what I wanted
Now that it’s missing, I’ve fallen farther
The worst part about living my life
It’s teaching me daily to fear death

One door closed
And another opened
I walked so far for something new
Kept walking through doors
Not knowing what to look for,
Now there’s no more to walk through

The worst part about having tasted heaven
Now everything is bitter in comparison
The worst part about having seen the light
Now I’m blind to the beauty that is life.