Eighty rooms on this hallway,
All of them are empty behind,
The doors I was once assured,
Would never be closed to me.
The end of the hall is grey,
And the clock’s frozen in time,
I haven’t heard a single word,
From anyone on this journey.
The cameras watch every move,
Every single step that I take,
And I have no idea if anyone,
On the other side even cares.
There are eyes on the roof,
Anticipating my great escape,
Waiting for me to make a run,
To shoot me down if I dared.
Every window is locked shut,
Oxygen is starting to run low,
Even I’ve lost hope in myself,
Being alive has become a drag.
I can only think I am fucked,
I cannot do this shit anymore,
The only way out of this hell,
Is going to be in a bodybag.
Such a miserable conclusion,
To such a bittersweet life,
I could see all of the faces,
As they watched me suffer.
Somewhere in my delusion,
I thought these faces might,
Be friends to embrace me,
Not demons to pull me under.
Years of assurance what for?
To be disappointed yet again,
The same story as the last,
Played out in a different day.
I guess I’m really not worth,
Being in your life as a friend,
When these years have passed,
You won’t even know my name.