As i sit here in this room, i can only think of doom n gloom,
counting the flowers on the wall, and feeling ever so small,
i can hear the hustle and bustle outside my heavy wall, and
i so want to feel so very tall, but some things do tend to change
my mind, why should i blend in with what is our mankind, so
much heartache, ranting n raving, it dosnt excatly leave
me craving, i feel safe here in my own little cell, even
to some it might sound like hell, so in my cell i will stay,
until my prince comes to take me away,
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