This room seems smaller than before
Why is it, that it feels better than before?
Isn’t it strange, the change the sun makes?
The heat burning my back, behind my ears
But it’s so simple to make assumptions about my days
Coz I’m being watched every minute
And I’m waiting for someone to speak
I can only try to divert my attention
All the while, remaining disconnected with myself
Why is it, that it feels better than before?
Isn’t it strange, the change the sun makes?
The heat burning my back, behind my ears
But it’s so simple to make assumptions about my days
Coz I’m being watched every minute
And I’m waiting for someone to speak
I can only try to divert my attention
All the while, remaining disconnected with myself