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.