Alone in My Room
Hustle and bustle, parties and friends
These are the things a good life intends.
Raving and dancing can't end too soon
But late at night, alone in my room.
Pointed, perfected, painted and cold
Excluding and lonely, no warmth do they hold.
Cover them, ignore them or just leave them bare
No matter within them they're always still there.
Proxemically smothered by thier embrace
Socialite grandeur, no not a trace.
These walls surround me with monotonous gloom
Until I'm not alone in my room.