Thomas Reid - Shuttered windows

Quiet hallways, dim lights, with something to muster the pain
Ice cold air with plenty to drink for more to pour from my brain
Shuttered windows to block the glances from my piano keys
Locked doors, completely alone, so no one is left to leave
Perfect angles, no more dust, everything's in its place
Can only concentrate once draw in my head can’t find a trace
Turn off my phone, ignore any calls, pretend I don't really care
Now to myself, pick up a pen, plenty of pain to share
Recalling the sting, remembering laughs, and times that I bemoan
Nowhere to go, no one to go back to, nothing like feeling alone
Loss of confidence, loss of time, no need to stop now
Continue the flow of thoughts so honest, soon I'll be kicked out of town

Happiness fades, old pains raise, loss and laughing through tears
Just keep laughing, just keep writing, it’s never too late for cheers
Now all to dust, I see it all now, but soon it may fade to black
Although the thought of you may be fleeting, my pen always carves my way back

So I will dwell, I will hate, I will abide in this state
Pick up my guitar, and sing of my terrible fate
Mock it up to a career path, a life that I chose
When perhaps I only do all this because I can't let you go