Sanctuary

I sit quietly, In my room of sanctuary, And watch the days, weeks and months pass by, Sometimes i sit in my room and cry, Sometimes i wake up on an automatic high, Sometimes i'm here but wondering why?, And sometimes, Just sometimes, I wish i wasn't here at all, All my dreams are falling, In the continuous world people are whispering, The air outside is nauseating, That's why i stay, All alone, Surrounded by the four by four, In my room of sanctuary. By Tanya