-=Winamp : Air Supply - All Out of Love

Trapped in this room
Cold, lonely, where darkness looms
I'm sick, tired and exhausted
Life's being a bitch, how am I not frustrated
Locked in this room for years
And everytime the door opens I try to leave
this darkness, these fears
You shut the door right before I could flee
I'm sick, tired, exhausted
not caring even to rhyme
Life you're really a bitch
How long will you be toying with me
I hope you'd stop doing that
Opening the door
Like you did yesterday
And closing it right in my face
like you do, always.