White Room

White Room


There’s a white room
In my small place
Nobody goes in there

I don’t know who did
The white paint job
And I don’t really care

It fills me up with fear
The white room in my small place
I feel like a little kid at the horror show
My fingers cover my face

Oh the white room
With the door closed tight
I just don’t understand

Why it’s there at all
In my small place
I try to get it out of my head

Is it the goodness I left behind?
Is it my happier days?
Is it the home of my conscience?
Begging me to go back in

I just don’t understand
I just don’t know just why
I just can’t place it in my head
Was I a happier guy?

Was I a happier guy?
Was I a happy man?
Was I content in my white room before?
Somebody tell me
Somebody tell me