The California
air
Your nightgown
on the stairs
I remember every
night
Scenes from home
in the Quiet Room
How long have
I been gone
Did winter kill
the lawn
And all those
polaroids you sent
Are on the wall
in the Quiet Room
They've got this
place
Where they've
been keeping me
Where I can't
hurt myself
I can't get my
wrists to bleed
Just don't know
why
Suicide appeals
to me
The Quiet Room
Is sterilized
and white
It's like a tomb
With just a moth
stained naked night
Plastic forks
and spoon
No laces in my
shoes
They all know
what I tried to do
Outside the Quiet
Room
This quiet place
It ain't so new
to me
It's haunted
atmosphere
Has heard so
many scream
My home from
home
My twilight zone
My strangest
dream
My confidant
I have confessed
my life
The Quiet Room
Knows more about
me than my wife
They've got this
place
Where they've
been keeping me
Where I can't
hurt myself
I just can't
I just can't
get these damn wrists to bleed
A mattress on
the floor
No handles on
the door
I really need
nothing here
I'm alone
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