Pacing room to room inside
It seems that you can't face the pace of daily life
Thinking aloud with no crowd to mind
Four walls are all in which you confide
People's pressure, a mental tether
A police lock pole on
The wrong side of your door—
Retrace the steps leading you outside
Keep running, but there's just no place to hide
Feeling too uptight to unwind
Dread today's few moments of daylight
It's the pressure that you won't measure
Stuck in here alone for fear of what's in store
It's a social quarantine
Pressure, a mental tether
A police lock pole on
The wrong side of your door
It's a social quarantine