Pacing room to room inside
It seems that you can`t face the pace of daily life
Thinking out loud with no crowd to mind
Four walls are all in which confide
Peoples pressure, a mental tether
A police lock pole on the wrong side of your door
It`s a social quarantine
Retrace the stepds leading you out side
keep running but theres just no place to hide
Feeling too uptight to unwind
Dread todays few moments of daylight
It`s the pressure that you wont measure
Stuck in here alone for fear of whats in store
it`s a social quarnatine.