It’s hard to break into a home
With no windows or doors
Good thing no one knows where I hide
They can’t see the mess I’ve made
They can’t see the holes in the walls
Or the wall paper peeling away
They want to fix my home
Like they know what colors suit the walls
They find my squeaky floors annoying
But they sing to me as I sleep
They want to cover the holes on the wall
they don’t look nice
They don’t bother filling them in
It’s more convenient to cover them with frames
It saves time and words
But good thing no one knows where i hide
On the outside I fit right in