Padded Cell 4 Walls Pt.2

Take me back to yesterday, tomorrow's almost near
Anticipation factors in decision everywhere
Anger fills the mood right now
There's no more novelties
Hands on the clock moving i'm going nowhere
And the nights are nothing like the nights before
These same four walls are painted white
The carpets wearing thin all my friends have left to call
The silence still disturbs me i'm alone
Pick my pen up it's dried out for sure
The tv set is broke again
It's 8:00 o'clock, i'm out the door
Fear myself i'm safe inside these walls
Close my mind nothing gets to me at all
These days are shorter and he nights are really long
Another night of nothing, like the nothing before
Hands on the clock moving i'm going nowhere
And i wonder why you're still afraid of me
These same four walls are padded white