The Room
The room is cold
The room is all white
The room is not where I want to spend my life
They make me go
Against my will
Forcing me to say in this place
Where there are so many thoughts of the kill
The room is cold
The room is all white
The room is shrinking, closing, becoming too tight
I want to lose my mind
Being stuck in this place
And I don’t want to know
Everything that goes on here
Where there is so much fear
They say we’re crazy
Loony
Demented
And this is the only place we’ll ever survive
But I know they’re wrong
I know that they lie
I know they just want to keep me down
And tied up tight
The room is cold
The room is all white
This room is where I shall die
Tonight
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