The room.
Social pressures.
I saw myself locked in a room
Full of empty closets,
With an affectedness tycoon
Who had me in his pocket
Screaming for help was useless
Running away, punished
The master was faceless
And the daylight vanished
So there I had to stay
Locked for a long time
To find that the way
Is to take what I denied
The key to open the door
Was always in my hand
The key to my lonely shore
To me an unknown land
And there I refused disguises
I got myself a better friend
Who silenlty compromises
To never go back to the room again
