Locked In My Room

Sometimes it's hard to stay sane

Dogtags like shackles on my brain

We've got a language of our own

You learn to talk bad

When you're far from home.

Dusty books on my shelf

It's kind of like running from yourself

Five years between the two extremes

I lived my life in books,

Or so it seems.

And all I could see was an older me

I had to reach down inside

Before life took me for a ride

I lie awake at night,

I don't know wrong from right

And no one realy knows who you are

But they're all telling you

That you're gonna go far

And all I could hear

Was a ringing in my ear

Boxes of words

Locked in my room

But I never wrote the tune.