I've built this room
inside my head
It's the only place
I can get away from everything
The walls are gray,
The bed is hard,
And the floor is cold
But I don't care
I sit in the corner on the floor
crying and wondering
why my life is so dame shitty
I can't find my way my way out of
here there's no doors
I'd rather lay on this cold hard bed
Then be in the hell hole I call Home
