I'm cryin in my bedroom

I'm crying in my bedroom yes I'm not coming out the door is locked and my eyes are like water spouts murder on my mind a crime scene only I can find I'm laying in my bed and I'm feeling dead just getting that feeling cause I haven't been fed staring at the door with tears on the floor I'm pulling my wage but still so poor I got hit on the head by something the colour red but I feel fine probably because the burglar stole the wine my birthday wasn't on celebrate so my emotions took an elevate I jumped out the window and flew like a flamingo it was a blast and most likely my last