after this maybe I'll try a happy one?

This room is an ice box, severe and cold
To lay here forever and stay young or get old,
I don’t really care what happens to me,
I have the window, grey sky, flowered tree

Suspended in bliss, day after day
night after night, let me waste away,
is waste too shocking a word?
Is wanting to waste a little absurd?
I’m afraid I’m lacking a prettier word
let me fade, let me fade.
Like a name on a page

Is it because you’re selfish?
Or you like too control?
You’re tainting my soul.
Was breaking my spirit far too delish
To pass up?

Day after day, pushed into a box with no air
Full of happy people,
pair after pair,
you’re not good enough,
they stare and they stare

but in this room,
with its window and rainy grey sky
you imagine yourself away.
If only you knew how to try.
Then they’d all see
Just how good you could be.
I’m good,
I’m good,
I swear it.