The Chair

I am the role I play

Really who's to say

I'm not who I am

I wake up and I say

Who am I today?

What will be the plan

Everyday's the same

No need to explain

I'm goin' through the door

I'll be gone fore sure

I'm trapped behind a door

A secret I ignore

The thing beneath the floor

Can't take it anymore

Something about me

Something you can't see

A wound that will not bleed

Too dumb and numb to feel

I'm goin' through the door

I'll be gone for sure

There's no place else but here

I'll kive inside this fear

I'd like to get away

But then where would I stay?

I wish I didn't care

This role's a perfect fit

To take me to nowhere

Then there is the chair