Alone, cold, unwanted to the world,
Left behind in a small room.
I can't wander around now,
So I sit watching THAT broom.
THAT broom that crawls by the crack,
The door's small crack spells doom.
A doom that could come in seconds,
Taking us again for thing we hate to assume.
Just as expected she came again,
Opening that door and blocking the light.
She came to Lee first snatching him him up,
And said, "Don't worry it's alright."
But it wouldn't just like always,
We are trapped forever in a blight.
As she put us back where we were,
I thought, "They put us pants down for being too tight."