My Bedroom

I really like the thought of privacy
Because it makes me feel free to be the real me
I can cry, sing, dance and laugh crazily
Without worrying what others might think or see

I have this bedroom I own since age four
With gadgets, clothes and ornaments full of glamour
Everything is nice and neat from ceiling to floor
I mean it used to be, but not anymore

My boyfriend of two years decided to end our relationship
He fell out of love with me and just wanted plain friendship
It brought me a lot of grief
And all that’s left for me to do is weep

I can’t accept the fact that our happy times are now nothing but memories
His sweetness I will surely miss
I want to kneel in front of him and say “Give our love a second chance, please…”
Oh I don’t know if I’ll ever get through this

When I was alone in my room one stormy evening
I became upset again and began crying
I don’t really know how I am going to deal with my feelings
So I punched the wall and started to break things

I slammed my guitar and kicked my piano fiercely
I even threw an empty beer bottle at my TV
The ripped posters and scattered clothes made my room very messy
For a moment, I think I’ve lost my sanity

All because of just one man
The pleasant room I used to have since four is gone
Now it looks totally run-down
Oh my God, what have I done?