I am locked here behind the wall.
Locked here. And growing bald. 
My hair has fallen from my head
as I am locked behind the wall.

I s'pose I should be worried or dead
for I am locked behind this wall.
But I am just losing my hair
locked behind this wall.

Do you have a wall?
That you are locked behind?
Maybe it's decency,
or maybe it's just wine.

But, unlock your wall
and go outside!
Because if you have the key,
you have no excuse.

I on the other hand
am quite, quite locked
because the one with the key
has left the room.

So I am stuck here behind this wall.
Quite, quite, locked away.
So I am stuck here behind this wall.
And this is where I'll stay!

But you! Yes, you!
When you lock yourself behind those things.
Yes, you! Yes, you!
You can unlock your walls.

Change and transform!
Perhaps your whole room!
You do not even
need that wall.

Change and transform
and become something more!
You don't need the lock
or that wall!

Change and transform
and become something more!
You don't need
to stay locked.
Tucked in a corner.
Locked away.
All your days.

But, I do. Oh, yes, I do.
Because the one with the key
is most, most, most
definitely not me.

They have left the room
don't you see!
So I'm trapped here
trapped here
for all eternity.

I will just
stay here
quietly.