Hours and hours in this room
Forever in a slow afternoon
Staring at the ceiling, taken but unwilling
Stuck waiting for a call to change it all
Only to find out the ball didn't roll
Locked mind with worries and boredom
Get me out of here damn
Silence all around the four cornered room
Helpless screams, a thought of doom
Dark shadows of past hunts
What else is left that you want?
So I stay laid at my back and wait
As there's nothing much I can tell
Fight with my mind or loose it all
Till then I'm at self war