My room was my pride, my heart on four walls
The posters were pristeen, and the floors were clear
The clothes hung in order, and the bed was always made
But i've been away
And the posters had fallen down, except the ones stuck on well
The floor isn't clear, the clothes cloud the space
My bed isn't made, everything seems messy
Cause from stable and able
To clouded and confused
This room screams of me
My heart on four walls
Seems as before I had my routine
My reasons to be
But now i'm a wanderer
Nothing seems worthy
Just days between drink
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