When you are in this little room
Do you see walls or prison bars?
When you are here to stay for good
Have you come home or are you trapped?
It’s funny all the things inside
That make us see the world around
And though we wish that we could hide
We can’t escape the things inside.
So on the day you find yourself
In the same place for some time
If you look around you for awhile
It may tell you what’s inside.