A Closed Door Means "Closed"

See that door?
The minute you step through it, you're in my world
It's only a room, but it's mine
You can say it is yours, but what else do I have?

The things in my world were payed for by you
Or payed with the money I earned doing your chores
Or half-hearted gifts someone thought I would like
I hate all of it

I tape things to my walls to block out the sound
Making a nest where I can curl up and sleep
Frail walls too thin to shut you out
So I let my own sounds leak out

What do you care what goes on in my world?
In here there are things you have only dreamed of, dreaded even
What does it matter if it doesn't make sense?
I like it that way, and it makes sense to me

I take things as they come, you make them happen
I lie and forget, you forget when you lie
Is there no other haven for me?
If there is I can't get there, I'm chained in here