and now im locked in a room
an no hope here, that blooms.
only thoughts bout myself,
and that person whos there.

i can see the door,
but its not like it matters
i kno bout a key, on the floor by the ladder.

but nobody knows that, im here on my own.
in this empty room, where everything lacks,
but its almost full.

nobody enters cause nobady can
its not like i want them to pass
so the doors locked for a reason
i just dont want visitors.
who are not allowed to get in my head
and affect all my thoughts.

im locked in a room where i surrender
to what i belive.
and i dont let others affect how i think.
cause everything's ordered
right on its place.

this room lacks of windows.
right now, so close minded.
stubborn and blinded.
this room is the best for my sake.
and when you meet me again
dont forget to say hi
to the man who isn't there.

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