I been shut in my room, all of my days.
Start out in the morning taking off my pj's.
As I prepare to open my door, I know there's gonna be a war.
I argue with myself about if I should stay?
I never allow myself, I never know what to say.
I'm tempted to go out, but I'm afraid to play.
So I stay cramped in my room, never destined to move.
I don't think I'll ever get away.
Back to bed, I lay.
Wondering what's wrong with J?
I'm hungry for escape, will I do whatever it takes?
Maybe I'll walk out of the room in May.
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