The Yellow Room

I left Leeds I burned all my bridges They were poorly made I have needs Weren't met Bullies Racist and selfish friends And abusive home unhappy Yellow Room Lift my gloom From the pain and shame Insight is gained I was unwell Guess you could tell You relied upon it So I'll try a new thing In my Yellow Room Georgian Windows curtains blue Quiet street, silent mood My subspace, this feels cool Fled but still submissive to All the pain, start anew Exposure I need to go outside Body thinks there's danger I am safe but not being ali-i-i-i-i-ive Agoraphobia, I Must brave the discomfort build new foundations Victim not, survive I'm relieved but the abuse it still guests In my mind there it fests living life is my test I will rest decompress get a job at a desk Get stable and then plan what is next