It was a square shaped room
Dim lights, clean floor
Big enough for two people
Small enough for a heartbreak
He called it the waiting room
I called it the cursed room, the last room, the room where it all ended
My doctor says it was where it all began
Clear your head and tell me what happened
I already told you, why won't you believe me
Your head is hiding the truth from you, he says
Am I not to trust my own self now?
No, trust yourself but not your head
And how are you going to treat a patient you don't trust
I'm not treating you, I'm treating your head, let me in
Was the room clean?
No, it was filled with dust, I wanted to leave the moment he made me enter
Was it white?
It was sand gray
Was he as short as you described him?
No, no , he wasn't.
Don't hold my hand
I know you wish to help
And so did he
It always starts the same way
This room is white, clean and big enough for two.
Start from the beginning
It was called the waiting room
It fit two people
One slightly broken, the other... didn't matter
They fought, cried and slept together in the waiting room
And they ended whatever they had in the waiting room, in the waiting room.
Nov 23, 2025
Nov 23, 2025 at 4:16 PM UTC
It was a square shaped room
Dim lights, clean floor
Big enough for two people
Small enough for a heartbreak
He called it the waiting room
I called it the cursed room, the last room, the room where it all ended
My doctor says it was where it all began
Clear your head and tell me what happened
I already told you, why won't you believe me
Your head is hiding the truth from you, he says
Am I not to trust my own self now?
No, trust yourself but not your head
And how are you going to treat a patient you don't trust
I'm not treating you, I'm treating your head, let me in
Was the room clean?
No, it was filled with dust, I wanted to leave the moment he made me enter
Was it white?
It was sand gray
Was he as short as you described him?
No, no , he wasn't.
Don't hold my hand
I know you wish to help
And so did he
It always starts the same way
This room is white, clean and big enough for two.
Start from the beginning
It was called the waiting room
It fit two people
One slightly broken, the other... didn't matter
They fought, cried and slept together in the waiting room
And they ended whatever they had in the waiting room, in the waiting room.