Lock Me Up In A Room

Lock me up in a room,

With my happiness, with my gloom,

With a diary, with a vial of ink,

Let me float, let me sink,

Let me laugh, let me cry,

Let me be, let my thoughts fly.

My thoughts are my bullets, my mind is my gun,

I’m as cool as the moon, I’m as hot as the sun.

Lock me up in a room,

I’ll be happy, I’ll be sad,

I’ll be sane, I’ll be mad,

I’d see the ramblings of my head on the blankness of the wall,

I’d see the times I rose, the times I took a fall.

I’d talk to the paper through the tip of my pen,

I’d write a song about a girl and maybe sing it then.

I’d write about the places I’ve seen, the people I’ve met,

About the person I’ve been, the targets I’ve set.

Lock me up in a room,

Let me wither, let me bloom.