As I entered, I heard the door behind me close

Some metaphor for never turning back, I suppose


No music played, songs are for atmosphere

I knew nothing, nothing was clear


Fear, perhaps, the triumphant emotion

Adrenaline rushing, instinct to run


Two cents in my hand

I've never had to sense where I am


Where am I now? All I can think is "damn"

Should've had that cake before I left