I am empty nownIn the blue roomnThere's a bookshelfnBut the words have been misplacednnI am angry nownIn this blue roomnI hear laughternAnd it carries from way down the hallnnThe blue room hasnA certain smellnAnd it twists your stomachnLike a shellnAnd it makes you feelnLike you're the only onenWho is missing somethingnOr missing someonenAnd you try to take itnAs a grain of saltnBut you can't help thinking thatnIt's all your fault...nnI am pitiful nownIn the blue roomnThere are chains all aroundnSo I can never crawl outnnI'm disgusting nownIn this blue roomnBecause I feed off of hurt feelingsnAnd it makes me feel betternnThe blue room hasnA certain achenAnd it pushes younMore than you can takenAnd it makes you feelnSo InsecurenThat you cannot absorbnWhat has spilled from your mindnIt just meltsnAnd falls to the floornIt goes down a drainnAnd hits straight at the core...nnIn the blue room...nnIn the blue room...