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.