I am sure the world has gone mad.
And maybe I have too.
For these four walls can’t talk yet.
But I’m sure they will soon.

And

I am trying to keep myself busy.  
I am trying to hold onto the world.
For these four walls can’t hear me.
But oh, I wish they could.

However

My melancholy may be loud.
Because I keep my hopes silent.
For these four walls aren’t to blame.
But they aren’t offering hope.

So

I sit here all day and all night.
And pray for those worse.
For these four walls can’t feel.
But they keep me safe regardless.

Now

These four walls can’t hurt me,
But what’s outside them can.