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The Room
This is the room
Just another bedroom
Four plain white walls
Posters hung on the door
This is the room
Where he spends all his time
Where dreams come alive
Reality dies
When will it end?
When will it end?
When will it end?
When will it end?
This is the room
Where he sleeps at night
He sits and cries
He tries and he tries
Oh how he tries
But nothing will change
Nothing will change
Nothing can change
Nothing can change
This is the room
Where he loses the fight
He's fighting the fight
Inside his own mind
He's losing all hope
He's lost all hope
It's all over now
By the snap of a rope...
Just another bedroom
Four plain white walls
Posters hung on the door
This is the room
Where he spends all his time
Where dreams come alive
Reality dies
When will it end?
When will it end?
When will it end?
When will it end?
This is the room
Where he sleeps at night
He sits and cries
He tries and he tries
Oh how he tries
But nothing will change
Nothing will change
Nothing can change
Nothing can change
This is the room
Where he loses the fight
He's fighting the fight
Inside his own mind
He's losing all hope
He's lost all hope
It's all over now
By the snap of a rope...
Published 2nd Oct 2017
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