Pacing room to room inside

It seems that you can't face the pace of daily life

Thinking out loud with no crowd to mind

Four walls are all in which confide

Peoples pressure, a mental tether

A police lock pole on the wrong side of your door

It's a social quarantine

Retrace the stepds leading you out side

keep running but theres just no place to hide

Feeling too uptight to unwind

Dread todays few moments of daylight

It's the pressure that you wont measure

Stuck in here alone for fear of whats in store

it's a social quarnatine.