If it was up to me
I'd paint these walls the brightest with flowers and butterflies all over them
If it was up to me
I'd apologize for all the screaming
And fighting
And hate
And hurt
That has been going on between these  
Four walls
You'd think that
Four beating hearts would make a home, within these four walls
Care for, and love them
Feed them with love
But just like friends and lovers get tired of each other
These four walls
Got tired of not being put to their best use, a home
They have never heard the words I love you or I need you or even you look beautiful
In fact, they heard nothing but silence
If these four walls could speak
They'd cry midsentece