It's a mystery
Staring at me from inside the wall
Bordom
A selfish mind and clothes scattering the hall
Anyone can give into it
Nothing better to do with myself
My pass times are scattered around
Well no one gives a damn
At all
I'll be locked in my room
Nothing to do
Maybe just maybe
I'll think of you
The second verse would go right here
But I haven't written it yet
To much of my bad habits
Just really get in the way of it
I have a headache and poor concentration
But I just can't stop it
Spend time with me at you own risk
But don't join in my bad habits
I'll be locked in my room
Nothing to do
Maybe just maybe
I'll think of you
While I masturbate
Doors locked behind me
No one can see me
I'll hide
I'll hide
I'll hide
From you
I'll hide
I'll hide
I'll hide