There Is Only One Chair In This Room

A bunch of thoughts quietly laying on the silence
 And a ton of reasons to not open the doors
 I've been looking for a space and time in the moments I shared
 But time fades away and my space is a whore
 Raped by thousands of strangers, and begging for rest
 Call me disaster or social retard
 But I only feel safe between my two pairs of walls
 Don't let me out the world outside is a damn fucking nightmare
 And the people a joke that should have stayed stuck on the teeth of its goddamn son of a bitch owner
 When nothing seems clear through the cleanest window
 The obvious would say the problem's not in and the doors will stay closed
 For all strangers
 May my building burn and I will surely
 Burn into it
 There is only one chair in this room and it does
 Wear my name