The door of the room is locked
But at least my hands are not tied
There is no way out
Believe me I’ve tried
I know I’m being watched
My every move
Unseen eyes
Peering through a groove
He sometimes comes to see me
Perhaps four or five times a week
He brings me food and water
But never ever speaks
There are times when he goes away
And leaves me on my own
Before he goes he ties me up
And always sings the same song
Not the catchy song we all know
He has his own rendition
‘Tie me up before you go go.’
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