My curtains are closed It's so easy to forget there's a world out there I am nothing-- There's really no need to compare My room become my world A prison cell by choice It's far more comfortable that the cold stares And the crudeness in the drunken mans' voice I escape into a book Another world-- a world outside my room But still my curtains are closed
Reason for writing:
It's easy to retreat into yourself and what you find comfortable when life gets too much.
Birth sign: Aries
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