• Burnt away the good old days,
    Sitting in that room,
    Nothing to do but pass it along,
    Sitting in that room,

    As each moment passed,
    Sitting in that room,
    My life became an opaque glass,
    Sitting in that room,

    But then I too a walk,
    Outside of that room,
    The glass was shattered,
    Outside of that room,

    I went to class,
    Outside of that room,
    I even met a friend or too,
    Outside that room,

    But then my day came to an end,
    I’m back in the room,
    And now I’m going to take a nap,
    I’m back in the room,

    And each day will be the same,
    I’m back in the room,
    Until the days of my final doom,
    I’m back in the room.