'Quarantine' isn't it a beautiful thing I'm being forced to stay with myself The materialistic world is now detached Fake pleasure/pain dispatched Within four walls thoughts & emotions are trapped It really feels good to be like myself again.
The chain of patience breaks, Life has disclosed to me it's literal shades, Self-doubts penetrates through me like sharp blades, The stocks of emotions are at high stakes.
You’re all locked up in that little world of yours, and when I try knocking on the door, you just sort of look up for a second and go right back inside.