In My World

I live in a room, in a neat little house,
In a world that is all my own.
And nobody lives in my world with me,
And I think that I like it so.

It isn’t much, but it feels like home,
And it’s built the way I like,
And it’s quiet here, for it’s only me,
And of course that feels just right.

So I do what I want in my own little world,
For I know that it’s built for me.
And I hide behind my quiet walls
That nobody else can see.