The Straight Jacket

I'm sitting in the room
I don't know where I am
I pray to leave soon
Keep my sanity as long as I can

Its not because I'm crazy
Because trust me, I am
But my thinking has been hazy
Because there is pain I cannot stand

I'm not a perfectionist
I'm not the one to blame
I'm not a pacifist
I can make shame to your name

Its not my fault, believe me
There is nothing I wouldn't do
To get out of this hellhole
And try to start anew

But I'm strapped in this straight jacket
It hurts, but I keep it inside
I stay silent, don't make a racket
So maybe I'll get untied

The shackles around my feet
The metal makes me cold
But I sit still in my seat
Waiting to be told

Told to do anything
Because anything at all
Would be heaven
To get out of this prison stall

No not cell
Stall.
I want to yell
If I could do anything at all