I'm trapped. Stuck inside.
I'm told to run, there's nowhere to hide.
I look back, always alone, none here to call my home.
Quietly, they sleep after earning their keep, to own this house.
To have this prison with white walls, a dog chewing a ball,
But they all leave the place, the prison.
A new prison in a month or two, just new scenery nothing to new.
Empty halls, plain rooms, the same dog with the same ball.
The place might change, but the feelings don't.
So empty. So alone.